Sick n Tired
I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of confiding in you bitches
I put my trust in you
You out of line, and you out here wasting time
I'm just trying to get the riches
I'm just trying to get the bag
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of pistol fighting with you niggas
Sick of playin with you
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired
I'm just tired of you
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying get some money
I'm just trying to go and get the cash
That's all I got the time for
I'm not just trying to fuck you
I'm trying to show you
You keep saying that you love me
But you don't know me
Tou keep saying what you told to me
Playing that little role with me
You thinking that I'm slow
It's just a game you can't get over on me
You just a name and a phone number
Lame ain't got no hustle
With some good brain, but don't know nothing
I don't love these bitches
I just fuck these bitches, then say fuck these bitches
I don't trust these niggas no
And you ain't just finna run up on me
I ain't a dummy
Keep thinking you gone come up off me
I got the one up on you
I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of confiding in you bitches
I put my trust in you
You out of line, and you out here wasting time
I'm just trying to get the riches
I'm just trying to get the bag
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of pistol fighting with you niggas
Sick of playin with you
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired
I'm just tired of you
I'm just so damn sick and tired of confiding in you bitches
I put my trust in you
You out of line, and you out here wasting time
I'm just trying to get the riches
I'm just trying to get the bag
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of pistol fighting with you niggas
Sick of playin with you
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired
I'm just tired of you
I'm just trying to get the bag
I'm just trying get some money
I'm just trying to go and get the cash
That's all I got the time for
I'm not just trying to fuck you
I'm trying to show you
You keep saying that you love me
But you don't know me
Tou keep saying what you told to me
Playing that little role with me
You thinking that I'm slow
It's just a game you can't get over on me
You just a name and a phone number
Lame ain't got no hustle
With some good brain, but don't know nothing
I don't love these bitches
I just fuck these bitches, then say fuck these bitches
I don't trust these niggas no
And you ain't just finna run up on me
I ain't a dummy
Keep thinking you gone come up off me
I got the one up on you
I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of confiding in you bitches
I put my trust in you
You out of line, and you out here wasting time
I'm just trying to get the riches
I'm just trying to get the bag
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired of pistol fighting with you niggas
Sick of playin with you
Oh I'm so tired
I'm just so damn sick and tired
I'm just tired of you
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Writer(s): Terrance Pye
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