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sick of me! - sir mcking, shawn bank$ lyrics

[hook]
i know these n*ggas is sick of me
handsome and rich;
make his b*tch wanna get with me (get with me)
booty on fooley
she know what she doing
i might take her shopping in italy (italy)
flexing these bands on them n*ggas
them n*ggas is haters
they thinking we enemies (enemies)
i kick it like soccer
so come at me proper
i’m goin’ down all in that history!

i know these n*ggas is sick of me
handsome and rich;
make his b*tch wanna get with me (get with me)
booty on fooley
shе know what she doing
i might take her shopping in italy (italy)
flеxing these bands on them n*ggas
them n*ggas is haters
they thinking we enemies (enemies)
i kick it like soccer
so come at me proper
i’m goin’ down all in that history!
[verse]
n*ggas is b*tches
they ho’s and they broke (ho’s and they broke)
i’m richer than you
and all of yo folks (all of yo folks)
broke n*ggas always wanna put on a show (put on a show)
don’t own a crum
but they ready to boast (ready to boast)
step out of line
n*gga turn into toast
can’t f*ck with you n*ggas
i be with my folks (be with my folks)
f*ck up a check
then i hit ghost
i go to the bank
just to chill with my dough! (chill with my dough)
don’t hit my line
if it’s let’s than a o
what the f*ck i look
n*gga run me that dough! (dough)
had me a little
but now i want more (more)
if you in my way
n*gga you gotta go!
you don’t wanna battle me
i can get wild you see
that be a slippery slope (slope)
ball in yo hand
but i know yo gone choke
you’s b*tch n*gga
so you get f*cked like a ho! (a ho!)
my pen is a heater
i’m spittin’ that ether
don’t f*ck with them n*ggas
well see i don’t either (either)
i be on my own
i really don’t need ya (don’t need ya)
you playing them games
i’ll make you a bleeder (bleeder)
get straight to the point n*gga; cedar
running this sh*t
just like julius caesar
stackin’ my franklin’s like aretha (like aretha)
i ain’t no worker
b*tch i am the leader! (the leader)
n*ggas be talkin’ that gibberish
mush mouf on the beat
n*gga i ain’t feelin’ it!
b*tch i’m a king
when i speak they are tuning in
y’all n*ggas wack
i’m the best n*gga doin’ it! (doing it)
whatever i start
i’mma finish it
y’all n*ggas need more hands than a ligament (a ligament)
gassin’ these n*ggas
and clout is the filament
like a murder trial
lil n*gga i’m k!llin’ it!
[hook]
i know these n*ggas is sick of me
handsome and rich;
make his b*tch wanna get with me (get with me)
booty on fooley
she know what she doing
i might take her shopping in italy (italy)
flexing these bands on them n*ggas
them n*ggas is haters
they thinking we enemies (enemies)
i kick it like soccer
so come at me proper
i’m goin’ down all in that history!

i know these n*ggas is sick of me
handsome and rich;
make his b*tch wanna get with me (get with me)
booty on fooley
she know what she doing
i might take her shopping in italy (italy)
flexing these bands on them n*ggas
them n*ggas is haters
they thinking we enemies (enemies)
i kick it like soccer
so come at me proper
i’m goin’ down all in that history!

- sir mcking shawn bank lyrics

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