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Sicko Mode Song Lyrics

Astro yeah
Sun is down freezin cold
Thats how we already know winters here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
Thats just all he know he dont know nothin else

I tried to show em yeah
I tried to show em yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame he in sicko mode
Woo made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside when they pull up they get me loose
Yeah Jump Out boys thats Nike boys hoppin out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown we made no moves
Now its 4AM and Im back up poppin with the crew
I just landed in Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains think my jeweler really sellin fruits
And they chokin man know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some some some someone said
To win the retreat we all in too deep
P p playin for keeps dont play us for weak (someone said)



To win the retreat we all in too deep
P p playin for keeps dont play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal yall know I dont follow suit
Stacey Dash most of these girls aint got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put em all in a group
Hit my esés I need the bootch
Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “Hop in you comin too”
In the 305 bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke
(Dont stop pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off its just a roof (uh)

She said “Where we goin?” I said “The moon”
We aint even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean its just the pool
Now I got her open its just the Goose
Who put this shit together? Im the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (Playin for keeps)
Someone said motherfuck what someone said
(Dont play us for weak)
Yeah

Astro
Yeah yeah
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up (Ay ay)
Shes in love with who I am
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan thirteen hours til I land
Had me out like a light ayy yeah
Like a light ayy yeah
Like a light ayy

Slept through the flight ayy
Knocked for the night ayy 767 man
This shit got double bedroom man
I still got scores to settle man
I crept down the block (down the block) made a right (yeah right)
Cut the lights (yeah what?) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think its sweet (nah nah) its on sight (yeah what?)
Nothin nice (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww man)

Jesus Christ (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
Thats what I like (yeah) thats what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect you not a threat
When I shoot my shot that shit wetty like Im Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy) wet like Im Book (ayy)
Wet like Im Lizzie I be spinnin Valley
Circle blocks til Im dizzy (yeah what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah what?)
No one seen him (yeah yeah)
Im tryna clean em (yeah)

Shes in love with who I am
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan thirteen hours til I land
Had me out like a light like a light
Like a light like a light
Like a light (yeah) like a light

Like a light
Yeah passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin texts aint sendin kites yeah
He said “Keep that on lock”
I said “You know this shit its life” yeah
Its absolute (yeah) Im back reboot (its lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice yeah (skrrt skrrt)
We back on the road they jumpin off no parachute yeah

Shawty in the back
She said she workin on her glutes yeah (oh my God)
Aint by the book yeah
This how it look yeah
Bout a check yeah
Just check the foots yeah
Pass this to my daughter Ima show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes got these other bitches shook yeah
Ye ah

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