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Yung Zin - SICK OF IT Lyrics



Yung Zin - SICK OF IT Lyrics




I don't want that bitch if she don't want the dick
I f*ck it up and then I murder it
I kill ya f*cking clique
I don't want none of you niggas all up on my shit can you quit
My temperature rising I think it's cause I'm f*cking sick of it
I'm f*cking sick of it

I'm sick of it yo bitch gon' take a pic with Zinny then get rid of it
She cannot have it on her phone her man gon have a f*cking fit
I don't want none these bitches less they on they undercover shit
Muffle shit, muffle shit

When we f*cking she said "can you whisper" bitch
I don't got the time for niggas like you
You a minute man
I don't smoke no weed unless it's coming from my middle man
I take your little bitch on a trip to my crib in my minivan
In my minivan

You a mini man, stay up out my binny man
You don't f*ck with Zinny, put your chinny on the barrel blam
I don't want these niggas in my city so I burn it down
I can tell that you don't got no friends cause you don't got no tan
Get a f*cking tan, spray your shit then run around
I don't want these bitches shaking ass before I come around

You don't got it, you don't got it, you don't got it, you don't got it
Had the burner in my lap when I shot it
Got the models piling up in the lobby

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Nice when you offer me, offer me, offer me
Ice with my drink, f*ck do you think
I don't want no mansion, I want a house with a rank
I wanna f*ck on the sank, f*ck that bitch on the sank

I'ma take your bitch and I'ma colonize you, take your land
I'ma steal it from you like magician with a sleight of hand
I get all the bitches like the actor playing Spider-Man
You cannot compare me, tell your mammy that I miss her man
Bitch, you scary scissor hands
I come fast like minute man
I run laps around you niggas, how my track be spinning man
You know I'm a villain, antagonist with millions
Can't copy me, you niggas can't, copy me, you

I don't want that bitch if she don't want the dick
I f*ck it up and then I murder it
I kill ya f*cking clique
I don't want none of you niggas all up on my shit can you quit
My temperature rising I think it's cause I'm f*cking sick of it
I'm f*cking sick of it

I'm going in, these niggas begging me to stop it
Cannot win
I see a necklace and I cop it
Wanna drop bands then we gon' spin
You not my family then please shut the f*ck up with your opinion
I want millions, I want riches, I want that if we talking bout bitches

I don't want niggas talking shit shut up
I don't want niggas on my dick get off
I don't like this nigga, get him caught
Bitch, come over, talk that talk
When we done, you ain't gon' walk
I don't just want those bands, want them all
Take your ass to the mall
Take yo bitch out then around to the mall
Take a bitch out to the mall, f*ck them all
Take a bitch out then I take her home
I bet you sick of it, I bet you sick of it
I bet you sick of it, I bet you sick of it
Zin
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I don't want that bitch if she don't want the dick
I f*ck it up and then I murder it
I kill ya f*cking clique
I don't want none of you niggas all up on my shit can you quit
My temperature rising I think it's cause I'm f*cking sick of it
I'm f*cking sick of it

I'm sick of it yo bitch gon' take a pic with Zinny then get rid of it
She cannot have it on her phone her man gon have a f*cking fit
I don't want none these bitches less they on they undercover shit
Muffle shit, muffle shit

When we f*cking she said "can you whisper" bitch
I don't got the time for niggas like you
You a minute man
I don't smoke no weed unless it's coming from my middle man
I take your little bitch on a trip to my crib in my minivan
In my minivan

You a mini man, stay up out my binny man
You don't f*ck with Zinny, put your chinny on the barrel blam
I don't want these niggas in my city so I burn it down
I can tell that you don't got no friends cause you don't got no tan
Get a f*cking tan, spray your shit then run around
I don't want these bitches shaking ass before I come around

You don't got it, you don't got it, you don't got it, you don't got it
Had the burner in my lap when I shot it
Got the models piling up in the lobby

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Nice when you offer me, offer me, offer me
Ice with my drink, f*ck do you think
I don't want no mansion, I want a house with a rank
I wanna f*ck on the sank, f*ck that bitch on the sank

I'ma take your bitch and I'ma colonize you, take your land
I'ma steal it from you like magician with a sleight of hand
I get all the bitches like the actor playing Spider-Man
You cannot compare me, tell your mammy that I miss her man
Bitch, you scary scissor hands
I come fast like minute man
I run laps around you niggas, how my track be spinning man
You know I'm a villain, antagonist with millions
Can't copy me, you niggas can't, copy me, you

I don't want that bitch if she don't want the dick
I f*ck it up and then I murder it
I kill ya f*cking clique
I don't want none of you niggas all up on my shit can you quit
My temperature rising I think it's cause I'm f*cking sick of it
I'm f*cking sick of it

I'm going in, these niggas begging me to stop it
Cannot win
I see a necklace and I cop it
Wanna drop bands then we gon' spin
You not my family then please shut the f*ck up with your opinion
I want millions, I want riches, I want that if we talking bout bitches

I don't want niggas talking shit shut up
I don't want niggas on my dick get off
I don't like this nigga, get him caught
Bitch, come over, talk that talk
When we done, you ain't gon' walk
I don't just want those bands, want them all
Take your ass to the mall
Take yo bitch out then around to the mall
Take a bitch out to the mall, f*ck them all
Take a bitch out then I take her home
I bet you sick of it, I bet you sick of it
I bet you sick of it, I bet you sick of it
Zin
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Writer: Julian Henry
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Performed By: Yung Zin
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Julian Henry
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