Sickalicious Lyrics

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They call me G H E T T O Black star power, like B E T shows I'm usually pullin' up in the G T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E T glow I'm that nucca, act rucka certified plat nucca Semi-auto, gat bucca Take that fucka, lay flat sucka
I'm ducked Negro, uh amigo Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo They say I got the lifestyle and the E glow I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go I'm that homie, gat on me I'm the kid, not that phony Anybody that know me Knows I'm here to get that money yeah
Hey now get that money, keep them rims spichey 24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin' tight Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious right If you a hater make my gun go Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
They call me F A B O L O U S, you just lay down slow nigga Know this before this, trey pound blow Spit game, get dames to lay down low I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is too low I shop till I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes Bop in the hop but don't stop to use hoes
He's that new dude that include Makin' sure silencers on the gat is screwed With an it don't even matter mood And a fuck you, pay me attitude I'm that young boy, that slung boy That'll have em saying where you get that from boy I'm still leaving niggas at one choice So run when you hear that gun noise blat
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me Block a, block a, block a, block a Buy your dvds and TVs but I like shoes on my jeep Block a, block a, block a, block a 24-inch wheels and a good gold grill in the front Block a, block a, block a, block a Gotta closet made for big clothes Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
Hey now get that money, keep them rims spichey 24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin' tight Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious right If you a hater make my gun go Block a, block a, block a, block a
They call me William H period Bonnie I ride in the seven series with Tommie's I make another one of America's homies And I'm dead serious mommy I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick The private jet ski's sick The motors on the jet ski's quick The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya Once your bitch, get the God two way number It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya I'm the one like the piece that's on Nelly's chain You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain And just to beat the traffic hop in a helly main
Hey now get that money, keep them rims spichey 24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin' tight Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious right If you a hater make my gun go Block a, block a, block a, block a