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travis thompson & nima skeemz - vomit lyrics

[verse 1: travis thompson]
okay, i came up out the forest
got a lotta trees and green on me
mama raised a rolling stone, i need a magazine on me
team on me, all up in the function with a party pack
amg’s; ask the one you love where i should park it at
tasteless; not one you should race with
all leather my laces; tell the bartender bring cases, i’ma celebrate
it ain’t sh+t to sell a verse; used to bus and sell the eighth
let her see the coupe dе ville and watch her make cruеlla face
tt from the southwest; can’t be me, you ain’t ’bout sh+t
bas+m+nt to the ace, dog; from the mattress to accountants
i’m lavish+living, got exes get mad offended
who blocked me, i can’t be friendly; can’t stand to see how i’m living

[chorus: travis thompson]
said the money make ’em sick, make ’em vomit
they ain’t f+cking with us to be honest
money make ’em sick, make ’em vomit
they ain’t f+cking with us to be honest
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick

[verse 2: travis thompson]
i got bank in my pocket, i got rank in my neighborhood
i thank god like every day that he ain’t make no loser
i got bank in my pocket, i got rank in my neighborhood
i thank god like every day, he bless the drugs i’m using
‘kay, my phone shaking like it need to make its baby rent
hit my zone, played the back and now ya boy the main event
denim from j+pan; bought it, it ain’t make a dent
and it’s still “f+ck my old friends, we can’t make amends”
b+tch, i’m big timin’ like nef; i’m too aligned with the best
you like my son in this b+tch, baby; come cry on my chest
i show up high in the vip, dolo like i’m tryna stretch
i read the credit score if i’m tryna flex
[chorus: travis thompson]
said the money make ’em sick, make ’em vomit
they ain’t f+cking with us to be honest
money make ’em sick, make ’em vomit
they ain’t f+cking with us to be honest
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick

[verse 3: p+lo]
i’m too sick with it, i should’ve signed to uncle 40
where i’m from, we like it mobby 808 distorted
no, i don’t play, boy; i’m a bay boy
like my b+tches foreign
for the p, she a freak like her sh+t recorded
okay, okay; what’s up then?
known to bring them bucks in on the go now
him my pr+noun; really, no discussion
he is i, there ain’t no questioning
where your integrity?
ain’t got no membership if i’m keeping one thou, wow (wow, wow, wow)
most of them ain’t living what they talking, they gon’ foul out
bring they name up, i say who? like an owl out
no, don’t f+ck around and find out
[chorus: travis thompson]
said the money make ’em sick, make ’em vomit
they ain’t f+cking with us to be honest
money make ’em sick, make ’em vomit
they ain’t f+cking with us to be honest
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick
said i’m sick in the head, too sick, too sick

- travis thompson nima skeemz lyrics

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