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Make Em Sick lyrics

Performer Cash BFD

Make Em Sick song lyrics by Cash BFD official

Make Em Sick is a song in English

Fuck a 9-5, smoking on this la five deep all black jeep you know I be
On a mission stuff the clip in shells hit his figure
This nigga just started dripping very hard to miss him
Calico under the seat stash box up front
Harder than the shit thats under my feet
Shower posse crib on the beach I'm like Versace
Half black and half Spanish version of Gotti
You see me in the streets and you already knowing
You owe me but you can keep it that be our lil secret
Top floor Trump tower Porsche double park
Duffel bag bloody it's getting ugly as Bubba Sparks see me
D a v double e a s t compact acp I'm tryna bubble from the bottom
Like a acg purple rain got me blind can't make me see
Don't they know my nigga Pooch ain't never been scared
To let off point blank range a couple'll take your head off
That's how we live, snitches get laid out
All that bubblegum rap shit is played out
I feel like frank white just coming home
Peel the floor back, couple stacks bagged up under my home
No phone only speaking in person that's important
Them agents be taping shit and recording
I got my money up, now it's time to make em' sick
Every nigga that you see around me, I'ma make em' rich
I ain't talkin' music when I tell my shooter make a hit
Couple bad bitches in the whip, watch me make em' kiss
I got my money up, now it's time to make em' sick
Every nigga that you see around me, I'ma make em' rich
I ain't talkin' music when I tell my shooter make a hit
Couple bad bitches in the whip, watch me make em' kiss
Like COVID, I make em' sick so don't play with me
It's like I'm talkin' in the mirror watch what you say to me
Nina on the lease, my nigga that mean it stay with me
For that chicken, put you in a box like it's kfc
Fuckin' with who, you guys is insane
You know I will Park a brother I don't got time for the games
Slide on your gang, bodies on the nine when it bang
I be holdin' on the pole like I'm ridin the train
So stay in your lane holding the forty the grip on me
Masked up Detroit shooters they lettin it rip homie
Put something on your shoulder don't think it's a chip homie
Talking slick get you socked in the mouth like Mick Foley
Where I'm from disrespect will get you put in a wheelchair
They talking like they outside letting the steel air
Your wig'll get peeled here like Steve Harvey
Y'all was lying online man y'all niggas ain't real here
All my niggas getting that cake out of town with them plates
Ask billz how I was moving that weight
moving pounds where? give me a break
Your nickname should be Henry
This nigga only known for an eighth
I make em' sick cause I'm getting that cash I make em' sick
Cause they see the gang shining when we all on the ave
I make em' sick cause my bitches is bad
That's why these niggas is mad I make em' sick
They just want what I have I make em' sick
I got my money up, now it's time to make em' sick
Every nigga that you see around me, I'ma make em' rich
I ain't talkin' music when I tell my shooter make a hit
Couple bad bitches in the whip, watch me make em' kiss
I got my money up, now it's time to make em' sick
Every nigga that you see around me, I'ma make em' rich
I ain't talkin' music when I tell my shooter make a hit
Couple bad bitches in the whip, watch me make em' kiss
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Curtis Little
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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