Natasha Bradley, Clipse - So Sick lyrics

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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

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 Don't Care Cuz I'm Thrown
No?

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?

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

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?

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

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

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?