TNMCRP-1020-Sick Thoughts, By Nikko Jones

Nikko Jones

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TITLE: Sick Thoughts

[intro]

Sick thoughts… you know like,

Yo if I even died tomorrow would you even care to feel?

(Care to feel) yeah would you even care to feel?

Nah what I mean, cause I got sick thoughts

(You’d probably careless) right? huh?

[verse 1]

Bad hoes, strip’n naked pass go, this the greatest

Yeah monopoly money

you better get on top of that honey

I got the, block hot it’s the Roc Roc

New Roc’s rock chop up hot beats

Like a nigga got a ki (grrrragh)

Prodigy

Like I was half of Mobb Deep (whew)

Taki, like I was how Selena got the streets

(Taki, Taki)

Cocky, yeah a nigga from New York (I’m from New York)cocky

Now these niggas do reports (they do reports)

Yeah who knew the port would turn me to this glue you snort

I skrr off like Camel nigga, you newport (you newports)

Lamborghini’s, ferrari’s we want it all

1 for my old man 1 for me, I won’t stunt at all skrr skrr

(shit) I just wanna be humble RIP my nigga Mac Mil

Nigga passed away with no kid shit gave me a chill (I had a chill)

And it was bad feel me mad illy

Swear that had killed me

R.I.P. my nigga X

I got enemies, that wished I was next

Sick thoughts

[hook]

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Shit I just wanna be humble

I’m tryna get my mind right

Sick thoughts

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Yeah yeah yeah

[verse 2]

Yuh I tell her to poke it out

I’m rub’n her no lotion now

She feel like an ocean now

Seasick yuh I’m open oww

She ride the surfboard

I’m provide’n a full course (vitamin D)

She ride it, cow girl she look like a whole snack

(mirror) she knows that know that

I told her no hold’n back

Yeah that’s that Wayne Wonder (QWEEZii Wonder)

No let’n Go, she came sunk’ed her

Yuh I tongued her battleship

She lungin, on (that dick) “that’s it”

Yuh Imma sick fuck

Imma squirrel issa quick nut

Yuh I’m mixed up like mixed nuts, she taste me (she said i’m tasty)

Yuh Imma sick fuck yuh I’m sick but, she tasty (shit she tasty)

Yeah shit she tasty too

I tell her shit taste the juice

Yeah it’s the wave what it do

Bish you could get it with braces too

I get you basic dudes

But me, shit i just wanna be humble

I was told not to think the same as everyone else

Cause shit that’s just gonna be mumble

And who would want that

I wouldn’t want that

Shit you want that?

I told you from the jump dad

All these sick thoughts, ain’t no come’n back

[hook]

[verse 3]

Can a man live?

I’m try’na give my mom’ma grand-kids

That’s on my mans live

Everyday as if it’s my last (you already)

So take that

I’ll make it back

If I waste a stack

Cause I’m so focused I does this I does vros

yeah it’s the return of the fireman

(turn up) the fire damn

They told me to put it out

I’m crooked, I’m hood oww

I got that that that

That lightning flame

That frightening thang’ (simma simma)

That trifling aim

Friendly fire, yuh light up gang

I’m quite insane

Friendly fire yuh light up gang

& if not that, yuh quite inane (whew)

I got a uh uh; fire frame

Issa vibe these flames

(simma simma) the mic’s my name

Tyson, Jordan yuh lights out gang

I got a uh uh frightening aim

Yuh I’m Steph Curry

I was told not to think the same as everyone else

Cause shit that’s just gonna be mumble (and who would want that?)

Yall need a story

Straight up ya’ll straight bore me

Needless to say ya’ll bore me

It goes without say’n ya’ll straight bore me

It goes without say’n

[hook]

[outro]

Sick Thoughts

(Project Fallen Leaves)

QWEEZii Experience

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