Gorilla Zoe

Gorilla Zoe - So Sick lyrics

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Aye

Yea

Zay, wut up?

(I'm so sick)

Aye scream, wut dese niggas got on man?



I'm in a spaceship out in space,

I call the whip Apollo,

My swaggers on the moon,

In a 08 Marshalago,

Now you think that you got swag,

Cause you went and bought a bag,

But Gucci don't make dat,

And Louis don't make dat,

Now I'm looking at your bag,

Like what the hell is that?

Like man that can't be real,

But if it is den take it back,

Cause dey got you,

Sick of you I'm like Ah-Chu.



I'm so sick,

So sick,

So sick,

So sick,

In my wrist,

In my fitted,

In my whip,

With my bitch,

I'm so sick (We sick of you) [x4]



In the middle of the mall,

Like shawty please don't do it,

Dat shit is way too big,

Dem not diamonds, dem is cubics.

80 dollars for the chains,

Boi I wouldn't do it,

Dey gon tear up in a day,

And boi you gon look stupid,

Boy dem cannot be Pradas,

A hundred dollars they got ya, (Soft tacos)

You went and bought that fitted,

You just wasted all your guapo, (Guapo)

Looking at my wrist,

But I bet it ain't Movado.



I'm so sick,

So sick,

So sick,

So sick,

In my wrist,

In my fitted,

In my whip,

With my bitch,

I'm so sick (We sick of you) [x4]



She thinks that she's a dime,

Cause you told her she's the one,

Her nails look good,

But her toes not done,

Got a 60 dollar hair-do, (Hair-do)

And a 50 dollar tattoo,

Sick of you, (Ah-Chu)

Got a tongue ring for free,

She won't put that tongue on me,

She can put that tongue on you,

You can kiss dat shit for free,

Got that outfit from Rainbows, (Rainbows)

20 bucks for those Stilettos,

Oh no!



I'm so sick,

So sick,

So sick,

So sick,

In my wrist,

In my fitted,

In my whip,

With my bitch,

I'm so sick (We sick of you) [x4]



When you woke up and,

You thought that you could fool da world,

You can fool a couple people,

You can't fool da world,

I'm a tell on you, (Tell on you)

Tell em zay, (Tell em zay)

I'm a snitch, (I'm a snitch)

That shit ain't real,

You know it wa'nt real,

Check your swag,

Now check your Gucci shoes,

And check your Louis bag,

We sick of you,

We sick of you, (We sick of you) [x4]

Goodbye.



Now take dat monkey shit off,

You embarrassing us,

Take dat monkey shit off,

You embarrassing us, [x2]


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