So Sick

[Natasha:] You Know What It Is, Man Aha Aha Ha [Malice:] Clipse Yeah Natasha Yeah Darkchild [Natasha:] Wwwwwwwww Why You So Sick? [Malice:] M Ella He Sick Over Your Hun You Doing Your Thing We Make Em Trick Over Your Hun, Buy You A Ring In Sense You Wanna Be Dom, Cup You The Range With The Miami High Rise, With You And I Can Hang That Be The Get Away Where The Two of us Can Roam Anytime he calls I Just Pass You The Phone G Force The Flown All Across The Seas And I Never Met A ** Who Was Finer Than me Maybe You Handbag, or Some Designer Jeans But Never My Heart, Can't Wear It On My Sleeve Seen Too Many By The Apple Like Eve So When You Talk Love That's When I Set You Free, Oh [Natasha:] Yeah Cuz Saids You Better Recognize I Be The Chick Up On The Corner Catching Now Your Eyes Yeah Know I'm Looking Slim And Girl You Wanna Fight Five Man Have Girl Got Some Pussycats My Hair Is Brown And I Ain't Gotta Fuck I Just Coming For The Brown Don't Be Try To Check Me Cuz My Mans On The Phone Known As A Mama She Dont Care Cuz I'm Thrown No? [Chrous:] Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit You Look So Sick Cuz This Boys Wanna Hit You Look So Sick Cuz I Make This Boys Fit Them Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit You Look So Sick Cuz This Boys Wanna Hit He Must Be Sick Put Your Dick Inside Me He Must Be Sick That Thug Tries Behind Me Cuz She Real Sick Cuz My ** Pissed On Me Wwwwwwwww Why You So Sick? [Natasha:] I Don't Want You Haven't Making Shootin Get Conceited But It's Over You Should Manner Like Its Other Seal (Yes) Don't Be Mad Walkin At This Dancing Riddim And I Apply On This Terrain And This Feelin I Tell The Teen And Numb Up On The Club With No Idea With Escorted Pass Ya Bust A Couple Of D And Chillin Wit A ** Up On The Vip [Chrous:] Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit You Look So Sick Cuz This Boys Wanna Hit You Look So Sick Cuz I Make This Boys Fit Them Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit You Look So Sick Cuz This Boys Wanna Hit He Must Be Sick Put Your Dick Inside Me He Must Be Sick That Thug Tries Behind Me Cuz She Real Sick Cuz My ** Pissed On Me Wwwwwwwww Why You So Sick? [Natasha:] You Look You Are Retarded, Crazy With Month Of Study But You Can't Get Mad At Me Cuz I'm Looking Like A Some Of A Magazine, Oh All I Try To Do Is Make This Model Came Up With Boys Thats On Me You Better Far Back Callin Me Take Two It's Easy Just Call Me In The Morning [Pusha:] Call The Doctor, these are So Sick The Truth Is Back We Do Away With Imposters Said around the Mobster, stones blue as dolpher You Track The Storm, Lightning Rap Around The Collar Follow The Fast Lane: Re-Up Rulers We Started From 4 1/2 Like Preschoolers Now We In The Middle Of Os Like Holla-Hoopas Crown Wicks Full of the Sh**, We State Troopers Ava It Lanes Drop It Coup Let The Hair Blowin Away You The Envy Your Friends Eve Said The Rock Make Every Woman Grain Packin Full Of Bubblehead Let's Spend Em To The End, Uh [Chrous:] Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit You Look So Sick Cuz This Boys Wanna Hit You Look So Sick Cuz I Make This Boys Fit Them Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit You Look So Sick Cuz This Boys Wanna Hit He Must Be Sick Put Your Dick Inside Me He Must Be Sick That Thug Tries Behind Me Cuz She Real Sick Cuz My ** Pissed On Me Wwwwwwwww Why You So Sick?