U Sick Lyrics

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