Sick-N-Tired - Fat Trel

Sick-N-Tired - Fat Trel

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:11

Below is the lyrics of the song Sick-N-Tired , artist - Fat Trel with translation

Lyrics " Sick-N-Tired "

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Sick-N-Tired

Fat Trel

Uh oh

Turn my mic down just a little bit

Gang, uh, uh, uh

Uh, I’m getting tired of the same old lame hoes

I just policies in their plain clothes (Plain Clothes)

I be show you how to make a bank roll

Only time I be upset when the bank close (Bank close)

5, 10, 15 hundred running (15 hundred running)

She gonna fall forever, really keep em' coming (Keep em' coming)

They say you doing better when they see the money (See the money)

I want this forever I want all the hundreds (Want all the hundreds)

I just lost a way to

I still check my pistol to the ball game

My P. O know that I be hustle all day

Instagram Live in the hallways

Gelado by the pound, nigga cocaine

She said you should come home we on the same thing, so?

I said catch me if you can, bitch

Must of pop a Xan, bitch

Percacet make me emotional, I dumped a bad bitch

Trust is not a passion cause' I ain’t into passion

Spend a couple on a Gucci belt I gotta have it

Uh, I’m getting tired of the same old lame hoes

I just policies in their plain clothes (Plain Clothes)

I be show you how to make a bank roll

Only time I be upset when the bank close (Bank close)

5, 10, 15 hundred running (15 hundred running)

She gonna fall forever, really keep em' coming (Keep em' coming)

They say you doing better when they see the money (See the money)

I want this forever I want all the hundreds (Want all the hundreds)

Hold up, I can count a lot of cash

I can stuff it in the bag (Bag)

I can go up in the Julla

Make a pussy nigga mad

With the work make a move

Get it twerking in the school

I got a lot of shit to lose

But I ain’t got shit to prove

I be the one to be the block down

In the kitchen with the pot now

Water whippin' in the shop now

Make it turn to a rock now

I remember I was locked down

White letters to the hoes

Hooking up in the microwave

Pressing niggas for the phone

Young nibba

Now he smoking by the zone (Zones)

They will hate you when you’re here

Better love you when you’re gone

I can never do same

Here to fuck up another game

Two shots to the brain *gun sounds*

Fuckin' with a lane

Uh, I’m getting tired of the same old lame hoes

I just policies in their plain clothes (Plain Clothes)

I be show you how to make a bank roll

Only time I be upset when the bank close (Bank close)

5, 10, 15 hundred running (15 hundred running)

She gonna fall forever, really keep em' coming (Keep em' coming)

They say you doing better when they see the money (See the money)

I want this forever I want all the hundreds (Want all the hundreds)

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