Kevin Gates - Sick lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Sick lyrics

See... You know Real n***a like myself you know. I got love for the b**h, you know Real talk, you know. See... You used to keep it one hunnid, but when you posted my number on instagram, I look at that like rape When they ask if ima k**a, then I might say yes I am Dis b**h screenshotted my text and posted that on instagram Hoes knowin, I eat p**y better then any n***a they know And this long tongue that I rap wit, lick every one of they holes Ima curl every one of they toes, bootyhole, bootyhole Shoppin, one of my hobbies. Woah kemosabe After my show wanna ride me? Downstairs in my hotel lobby Dick her down got her hollin', she in love with Luca Brasi Oh sh**, gotdammit she flexin now Bet them bands make her feel real s**y now Freak wit it, she a real professional Take her out and have my other hoes stressin' now Got em sick (sick) When they see me with my new b**h I got em sick (sick) When they see me with my new b**h Got all my other hoes sick(sick) But in bet they won't do sh** Yeah, she got em sick (sick) So happy that I got this new b**h Down in that position, mane she got a way of t**n that From the way you whip it baby you deserve a Birkin bag Finger lickin, countin all this chicken. Where the church's at? Wanna see the sun set up on that a**, pull them curtains back Callin' me a trick n***a, I don't give a f**! You'd spend a bag too, if she let you f**! Saw her in the club, had to say wa**up? Need another five bands, cause this ain't enough Guilty of all the spoils You know them hoes ain't loyal Them shoppin' sprees ain't cheap, and I always had somethin' for you Put that Beyoncé check on mami's neck n***as doin' time for lesser crimes, ain't figured how to beat them hymes yet Privately reclining on them jets Cursin out the flight attendants, how much more parched could you get? Thought you knew you ain't the only pretty b**h who p**y wet With some incredible s** Look how fast a n***a move onto the next ahh sh**