I'm Siccc (feat. Starlito)
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It's Dolph
(You listen to the sounds of one of the south's best DJs)
(DJ Teknikz, reppin' street executives)
If I want something, I'll just take it, that's what gods do
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
Sick (yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick
Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
Still in the trap tryna get filthy rich
Auntie asked me, "Boy, you must be smoking that shit"
I put my hands up, and said, "I'm guilty, shit"
Black clip, black feet, that's that dope boy shit (Teknikz)
Shawty said when I'm gon' let her suck a dope boy dick
Them hoes tell you, you blew up, and now you think that you the shit
Ask them hoes 'bout me, they gon' tell you I been doing this shit
30 minutes, fuck around and smoke a whole Mike Vick (loud)
Or some of that stupid extra stanky pretty light shit (loud)
I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
She asked why I'm drinking medicine, I told her, I'm sick
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
Sick (yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick
My wrist sick, and I'm sick too, I need a vaccine
And some PatrΓ³n shots (what else?) And a sack of green, I'm gone
On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
Bitch, I quit school, but spent tuition on my outfit (yeah)
Whip match my polo drawers, Louis belt, I'm showing off (hey)
Audemar with no flaws, whole zip, I blow it out (hey)
Two pounds of that stupid purple, what my show cost (hey)
Smokin' like a nigga sauce, paint the lean, I bet I won't cost
Sippin' on exclusive, uh, yeah, I got my Truey's on
A test they can get a pocket, yeah, I got my tool on (baow)
Try me bitch, bet you'll be hooked to multiple I.V. (sick)
I got that yellow, make you itch like Poison Ivy
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
Sick (yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick
(You listen to the sounds of one of the south's best DJs)
(DJ Teknikz, reppin' street executives)
If I want something, I'll just take it, that's what gods do
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
Sick (yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick
Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
Still in the trap tryna get filthy rich
Auntie asked me, "Boy, you must be smoking that shit"
I put my hands up, and said, "I'm guilty, shit"
Black clip, black feet, that's that dope boy shit (Teknikz)
Shawty said when I'm gon' let her suck a dope boy dick
Them hoes tell you, you blew up, and now you think that you the shit
Ask them hoes 'bout me, they gon' tell you I been doing this shit
30 minutes, fuck around and smoke a whole Mike Vick (loud)
Or some of that stupid extra stanky pretty light shit (loud)
I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
She asked why I'm drinking medicine, I told her, I'm sick
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
Sick (yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick
My wrist sick, and I'm sick too, I need a vaccine
And some PatrΓ³n shots (what else?) And a sack of green, I'm gone
On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
Bitch, I quit school, but spent tuition on my outfit (yeah)
Whip match my polo drawers, Louis belt, I'm showing off (hey)
Audemar with no flaws, whole zip, I blow it out (hey)
Two pounds of that stupid purple, what my show cost (hey)
Smokin' like a nigga sauce, paint the lean, I bet I won't cost
Sippin' on exclusive, uh, yeah, I got my Truey's on
A test they can get a pocket, yeah, I got my tool on (baow)
Try me bitch, bet you'll be hooked to multiple I.V. (sick)
I got that yellow, make you itch like Poison Ivy
Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
Sick (yeah)
I'm sick, I'm sick
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.88] It's Dolph
[00:08.90] (You listen to the sounds of one of the south's best DJs)
[00:11.55] (DJ Teknikz, reppin' street executives)
[00:14.55] If I want something, I'll just take it, that's what gods do
[00:20.55] Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
[00:23.85] I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
[00:26.98] In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
[00:30.42] Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
[00:33.22] Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
[00:38.53] Sick (yeah)
[00:42.08] I'm sick, I'm sick
[00:47.63] Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
[00:51.00] Still in the trap tryna get filthy rich
[00:54.32] Auntie asked me, "Boy, you must be smoking that shit"
[00:57.73] I put my hands up, and said, "I'm guilty, shit"
[01:00.88] Black clip, black feet, that's that dope boy shit (Teknikz)
[01:04.27] Shawty said when I'm gon' let her suck a dope boy dick
[01:07.05] Them hoes tell you, you blew up, and now you think that you the shit
[01:10.89] Ask them hoes 'bout me, they gon' tell you I been doing this shit
[01:14.33] 30 minutes, fuck around and smoke a whole Mike Vick (loud)
[01:17.47] Or some of that stupid extra stanky pretty light shit (loud)
[01:20.96] I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
[01:23.95] She asked why I'm drinking medicine, I told her, I'm sick
[01:27.83] Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
[01:30.75] I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
[01:33.84] In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
[01:37.80] Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
[01:42.16] Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
[01:45.27] Sick (yeah)
[01:50.91] I'm sick, I'm sick
[01:54.68] My wrist sick, and I'm sick too, I need a vaccine
[01:58.45] And some PatrΓ³n shots (what else?) And a sack of green, I'm gone
[02:02.51] On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
[02:04.73] Bitch, I quit school, but spent tuition on my outfit (yeah)
[02:08.31] Whip match my polo drawers, Louis belt, I'm showing off (hey)
[02:11.67] Audemar with no flaws, whole zip, I blow it out (hey)
[02:15.19] Two pounds of that stupid purple, what my show cost (hey)
[02:18.39] Smokin' like a nigga sauce, paint the lean, I bet I won't cost
[02:21.89] Sippin' on exclusive, uh, yeah, I got my Truey's on
[02:24.92] A test they can get a pocket, yeah, I got my tool on (baow)
[02:28.53] Try me bitch, bet you'll be hooked to multiple I.V. (sick)
[02:32.19] I got that yellow, make you itch like Poison Ivy
[02:34.85] Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
[02:37.84] I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
[02:41.10] In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
[02:44.59] Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
[02:48.12] Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
[02:53.28] Sick (yeah)
[02:56.05] I'm sick, I'm sick
[03:00.07]
[00:08.90] (You listen to the sounds of one of the south's best DJs)
[00:11.55] (DJ Teknikz, reppin' street executives)
[00:14.55] If I want something, I'll just take it, that's what gods do
[00:20.55] Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
[00:23.85] I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
[00:26.98] In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
[00:30.42] Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
[00:33.22] Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
[00:38.53] Sick (yeah)
[00:42.08] I'm sick, I'm sick
[00:47.63] Time piece sick and my neck piece the shit
[00:51.00] Still in the trap tryna get filthy rich
[00:54.32] Auntie asked me, "Boy, you must be smoking that shit"
[00:57.73] I put my hands up, and said, "I'm guilty, shit"
[01:00.88] Black clip, black feet, that's that dope boy shit (Teknikz)
[01:04.27] Shawty said when I'm gon' let her suck a dope boy dick
[01:07.05] Them hoes tell you, you blew up, and now you think that you the shit
[01:10.89] Ask them hoes 'bout me, they gon' tell you I been doing this shit
[01:14.33] 30 minutes, fuck around and smoke a whole Mike Vick (loud)
[01:17.47] Or some of that stupid extra stanky pretty light shit (loud)
[01:20.96] I pull up to pick up my pretty light bitch
[01:23.95] She asked why I'm drinking medicine, I told her, I'm sick
[01:27.83] Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
[01:30.75] I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
[01:33.84] In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
[01:37.80] Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
[01:42.16] Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
[01:45.27] Sick (yeah)
[01:50.91] I'm sick, I'm sick
[01:54.68] My wrist sick, and I'm sick too, I need a vaccine
[01:58.45] And some PatrΓ³n shots (what else?) And a sack of green, I'm gone
[02:02.51] On that Dolph shit, my whip a house, bitch
[02:04.73] Bitch, I quit school, but spent tuition on my outfit (yeah)
[02:08.31] Whip match my polo drawers, Louis belt, I'm showing off (hey)
[02:11.67] Audemar with no flaws, whole zip, I blow it out (hey)
[02:15.19] Two pounds of that stupid purple, what my show cost (hey)
[02:18.39] Smokin' like a nigga sauce, paint the lean, I bet I won't cost
[02:21.89] Sippin' on exclusive, uh, yeah, I got my Truey's on
[02:24.92] A test they can get a pocket, yeah, I got my tool on (baow)
[02:28.53] Try me bitch, bet you'll be hooked to multiple I.V. (sick)
[02:32.19] I got that yellow, make you itch like Poison Ivy
[02:34.85] Yo, wear your master outfit, that's sick
[02:37.84] I'm feeling good, but I swear my wrist sick
[02:41.10] In 30 minutes, blew a whole Mike Vick
[02:44.59] Need more cough syrup 'cause I'm sick (uh-huh)
[02:48.12] Yeah, sick (uh-huh)
[02:53.28] Sick (yeah)
[02:56.05] I'm sick, I'm sick
[03:00.07]