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Sickening

Trippie Redd

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Huh, I don't feel too well (too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well) If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well) Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well I don't feel too well, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well Pneumonia in my nails, I drip in Chanel Underdog gon' give 'em hell Beat the p***y 'til it's pale Fuck her, make her yell Countin' all this green, my kale You got old bread, bitch, you stale How you ridin' and you tell? Everyone for themselves Man, this world so cold And my wrist so cold Man I'm sick, I got a cold Need a fuckin' mink coat, yeah Huh, pour me up a four like I got a strep throat Huh, I don't feel too well (too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well) If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well) Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well I don't feel too well, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well Lil' Tory! Off this shit and all it ain't no biggie Ayy, best believe it bitch, this ain't no Ripley My shooters shootin', ask him, is he dead? We left that boy the color Trippie dreads All my dawgs rich as hell, yeah Flip them bitches in the mail, yeah Flip them bitches off the scale, yeah Made a mill' I'm screaming, "Hell yeah" Bad lil' bitch, she Brazilian Took her out to eat Italian Fucked your bitch and she should tell ya Fucked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah" Fucked your bitch and she said, "Hell yeah" Took the bitch into a newer lane Shitted on your jeweller, new manoeuvre How I do maneuver in the new Mulsanne Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs Popping on your bitch, I'm doing thangs Got the red diamond shining blue Range I'ma pull up on him with his boo thang Yeah, my ringer ringing, switching colors on 'em Baby, but it's not a mood ring I done kept this shit hotter than blue flame And these sucka niggas made my mood change Cop all them niggas, they under me They down to shoot when it come to me That's all I keep in my company That's all I keep in my company Huh, I don't feel too well (too well) Rolex on me sick, it don't feel too well (too well) If the gang throw it up, we don't feel too well (feel too well) Said my neck is freezin' cold, I don't feel too well (feel too well) Momma hit my phone, say she worried 'bout my health, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well I don't feel too well, yeah I don't feel too well, I don't feel too well --- Sickening - Tory Lanez and Trippie Redd

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Michael Lamar White, Daystar Peterson

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Release Name or Album Name

A Love Letter To You 4 (Deluxe)

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1400 Entertainment, Inc./TenThousand Projects LLC

Release Date

February 21, 2020

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'bout hell don't this your fucked rolex health bitch said gang momma worried yeah throw feel freezin' neck well cold them phone sick

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