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Sicko Mode - Joe Ray
Lyrics by:Jacques Webster/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/John Edward Hawkins/Roget Chahayed/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Cydel Young/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/Mike Dean/Mirsad Dervic/Luther Campbell/Trevor Smith/James J
Composed by:Jacques Webster/Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Khalif Malik Ibn Shaman Brown/John Edward Hawkins/Roget Chahayed/Chauncey Hollis/Ozan Yildirim/Cydel Young/Tim Gomringer/Kevin Gomringer/Mike Dean/Mirsad Dervic/Luther Campbell/Trevor Smith/James J
Astro yeah
Sun is down freezin' cold
That's how we already know Winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a louis belt
That's just all he know he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em yeah
I tried to show 'em yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young la flame he in sicko mode
Mode
Mode
Mode
Mode
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
That's nike boys hoppin' out coupes
This s**t 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 it's 4 am and I'm 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
Someone said
To win the retreat we all in too deep
Pl pl playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak someone said
To win the retreat we all in too deep
Pl-pl-playin' for keeps don't play us for weak
This s**t way too formal
Y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey dash most of these girls ain't 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
Group
Group
Group
Hit my eses I need the bootch
Bootch
Bootch
'Bout to turn this function to bonnaroo
Roo roo roo
Told her hop in you comin' too
In the 305 b***hes treat me like I'm uncle luke
Don't stop pop that p***y
Had to slop the top off it's just a roof
She said where we goin' I said the moon
Moon
Moon
Moon
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean it's just the pool
Pool
Pool
Now I got her open it's just the goose
Who put this s**t together I'm the glue
Someone said
Shorty facetimed me out the blue
Someone said
Someone said motherf**ker someone said
Don't play us for weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Weak
Yeah
Astro yeah yeah
Tay keith f**k these n***as up
She's 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 duffels in my hands
I did half a xan 13 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 s**t got double bedroom man
I still got scores to settle man
I crept down the block down the block
Made a right yeah
Cut the lights paid the price yeah
N***as think it's sweet nah never
It's on sight yeah
Nothin' nice yeah baguettes in my ice
Jesus Christ checks over stripes yeah
That's what I like yeah that's what we like yeah
Lost my respect you not a threat
When I shoot my shot
That s**t wetty like I'm sheck b***h
See the shots that I took
Wet like I'm book ayy
Wet like I'm lizzie
I be spinnin' valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy yeah what
Like where is he yeah
No one seen him yeah
I'm tryna clean 'em
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands woo
I did half a xan 13 hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light like a light
Like a light like a light
Like a light like a light
Flap to the flight
Yeah passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts ain't sendin' kites yeah
He said keep that on lock
I say you know this s**t it's stife yeah
It's absolute yeah I'm back reboot it's lit
Laferrari to jamba juice yeah
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
Ain't by the book this how it look yeah
'Bout a check yeah check just check the foots yeah
Pass this to my daughter I'ma show her what it took yeah
Baby mama cover forbes got these other b***hes shook
Yeah