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lirik lagu sick – jamesy!

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[intro]
ima k!ll you!
ima k!ll you!
i will f*cking k!ll your ass!

[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b*tch wanna play with my dreads
f*ck n*gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p*ssy, well you got mislead

[verse]
talk your sh*t
b*tch, we give them h*ll like some hockey sticks
f*ck your b*tch
i ain’t takin’ l’s, call me deji, b*tch
icy wrist, icy, you can call me articuno, b*tch
hit or miss, hit the deck but we ain’t playin’ uno, b*tch
cop a new whip, then i swerve, uh
that b*tch, she got on my nerves, uh
want a new b*tch with some curves, uh
i don’t make orders, i serve
bad to the bone, bad b*tch hit my phone
like, “jamesy! leave me ‘lone”
but you got tickets to come see my show
[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b*tch wanna play with my dreads
f*ck n*gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p*ssy, well you got mislead

[verse]
i’m just a little f*cked up in the brain
p*ssy boy lackin’ i’ll work on my aim
put his ass in the ground, man, it’s such a shame
these lame n*ggas drowned tryna ride on my wave
i ain’t singin’ sh*t ’till a n*gga get paid
bad b*tch wit’ some time, i call her minute maid
i must be a barber, ’cause they want the fade
they call me a chip, ’cause your b*tch gettin’ laid
i wanna f*ck on this b*tch and her name’s keke palmer
i eat up the p*ssy and i’m not jeffrey dahmer
i slice up your b*tch like it’s f*cking for honor
don’t be talkin’ down, or else you’re a goner
i own two knives, but i am not the monster
if a n*gga want smoke, best call up the doctor
if i’m acting a fool, best get me an oscar
they call mcdonalds, ’cause b*tches get slaughtered
[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b*tch wanna play with my dreads
f*ck n*gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p*ssy, well you got mislead

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