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?