U Sick Songtext
von Wynne

Why you say what you say
You don′t mean what you say
In LA, tryna lay
Lemme teach you my ways
You put that hand on my waist
Then let's hop in the range
Porn star, baby, hand me over the tape
Now I say what I want
I don′t gotta explain
Tell me that you love me
Move me up in the ranks
I know that I'm bad
Why I gotta behave
Left me uninvited
When we back in the day

But they know I been ballin' ever since
Now they all tryna get attached (Uhh)
Wynne I wish I knew that you were thick
Damn you all had to do was ask (Uhh)


Gotchu sick, you sick, you sick
Boy you sick, you sick, you sick
Now you sick, you sick, you sick
Now you sick, you sick, you sick

Why you say what you say
You don′t mean what you say
In LA, tryna whoa
Lemme teach you my ways
Don′t wanna wait, I'm impatie
I got too much at stake
4th quarter, baby, and we back in the game
I used to pray for the day
We′d no longer relate
Getting lean on 'em
Like I′m Wayne in the Bape
Whole crowd lively
I got 600 Blakes
I was way ahead
You just found out you're late

But they know I been ballin ever since
Now they all tryna get attached (Uhh)
Wynne I wish I knew that you were thick
Damn you all had to do was ask (Uhh)


Now you′re saying that you like me hold on cuz I got options
And I probably shouldn't respond cuz it's 5 ′o clock, the morning
And I maybe had more liquor than usual, I know it so
How lucky can you get

Boy now I gotchu sick, you sick, you sick
Boy you sick, you sick, you sick
Now you sick, you sick, you sick
Now you sick, you sick, you sick

All my Ws in double digits
On god I got no misses
I′m riding to the game I didn't have to buy the tickets
What′s good its nice to meet ya
We met but I forget him
He's striking out with me, and I′m gon' stay behind the picket
Check the time ho, check the
I′m off to work like hi ho
I cant even let him hit but he got high hopes
And he's simping so he pick me up some Midol
Without a title
Okay bring it back to me
I had a friend turn their back to me
They always try to come back to me
I write sins not tragedies
Should take their man, turn my back to him
So he can see how my back can bend
Throw that stick at me like javelin
How many - am I averaging

Now you're saying that you like me hold on cuz I got options
And I probably shouldn′t respond cuz it′s 5 'o clock, the morning
And I maybe had more liquor than usual, I know it so
How lucky can you get?

Boy now I gotchu sick