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[Natasha]
Yeah! since you said it right
You better recognize
I’d be the chick up in the corner
Catchin all your eyes
Yea I know I’m looking slim
And girl u wanna fight
5'9, light skin, got some juicy thighs
My hair is long,
And I aint gotta front cause
every inch is my own,
Don’t be trying to check me
‘Cause your man is on my phone
Go and tell my mama ‘cause she don’t care ‘cause I’m grown

(Bring that back)

Yeah! since you said it right
You better recognize
I’d be the chick up in the corner
Catchin all your eyes
Yea I know I’m looking slim
And girl u wanna fight
5'9, light skin, got some juicy thighs
My hair is long,
And I aint gotta front cause
every inch is my own,
Don’t be trying to check me
‘Cause your man is on my phone
Go and tell my mama ‘cause she don’t care ‘cause I’m grown

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

You must be sick ‘cause u didn’t find me
You must be sick ‘cause dark child's behind me
Plus u real sick ‘cause mochas inside me
W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?

I don’t want you hating me ‘cause you think I’m conceited
But as I ? ‘Cause you man like what he’s seeing
Don’t be mad ‘cause when I walk these boys be breathing
And they panting and they staring and these - breathing
I’m seventeen
And I’m up in the club with no ID
Escorted past you by security
And I’m chilling with your - up in VIP

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

You're looking all retarded
Crazy with all that started
But you can’t get mad at me
‘Cause I’m looking some outta of magazine
Oh! All I’m trying to do is make this money
Cant help these boys is on me
You better fall back off of me
Take 2 of these and just call me in the mornin'

[Clipse]
Call the doctor
These - so sick
The truth is back
We do away with the imposters
Sit amongst the mobsters
Stones blue as Doppler
You track the storm
Lightning wrapped around the collar
Follow the fast lane
And re-up rulers
We started from four and a half like preschoolers
Now we in the middle of old like hula hoopers
Crown Vic's fuller that - we stay troopers
Aviator lens
Drop head coop
Let your head blow in the wind u the envy of your friends
Yves St. Laurent
Make every woman grin
Pocket full of bobble heads
Lets spin them to the end

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

(Rewind That)

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

Why you looking all twisted in ur grill
You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit
You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this
You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip

You must be sick ‘cause u didn’t find me
You must be sick ‘cause dark Chillds behind me
Plus u real sick cause mochas inside me
W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?

You must be sick ‘cause u didn’t find me
You must be sick ‘cause dark child's behind me
Plus u real sick cause mochas inside me
W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?
[Natasha]   Yeah! since you said it right   You better recognize   I’d be the chick up in the corner   Catchin all your eyes   Yea I know I’m looking slim   And girl u wanna fight   5'9, light skin, got some juicy thighs   My hair is long,   And I aint gotta front cause   every inch is my own,   Don’t be trying to check me   ‘Cause your man is on my phone   Go and tell my mama ‘cause she don’t care ‘cause I’m grown      (Bring that back)      Yeah! since you said it right   You better recognize   I’d be the chick up in the corner   Catchin all your eyes   Yea I know I’m looking slim   And girl u wanna fight   5'9, light skin, got some juicy thighs   My hair is long,   And I aint gotta front cause   every inch is my own,   Don’t be trying to check me   ‘Cause your man is on my phone   Go and tell my mama ‘cause she don’t care ‘cause I’m grown      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      You must be sick ‘cause u didn’t find me   You must be sick ‘cause dark child's behind me   Plus u real sick ‘cause mochas inside me   W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?      I don’t want you hating me ‘cause you think I’m conceited   But as I ? ‘Cause you man like what he’s seeing   Don’t be mad ‘cause when I walk these boys be breathing   And they panting and they staring and these - breathing   I’m seventeen   And I’m up in the club with no ID   Escorted past you by security   And I’m chilling with your - up in VIP      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      You're looking all retarded   Crazy with all that started   But you can’t get mad at me   ‘Cause I’m looking some outta of magazine   Oh! All I’m trying to do is make this money   Cant help these boys is on me   You better fall back off of me   Take 2 of these and just call me in the mornin'      [Clipse]   Call the doctor   These - so sick   The truth is back   We do away with the imposters   Sit amongst the mobsters   Stones blue as Doppler   You track the storm   Lightning wrapped around the collar   Follow the fast lane   And re-up rulers   We started from four and a half like preschoolers   Now we in the middle of old like hula hoopers   Crown Vic's fuller that - we stay troopers   Aviator lens   Drop head coop   Let your head blow in the wind u the envy of your friends   Yves St. Laurent   Make every woman grin   Pocket full of bobble heads   Lets spin them to the end      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      (Rewind That)      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      Why you looking all twisted in ur grill   You look so sick ‘cause I’m looking so fit   You look so sick ‘cause these boys wantin this   You look so sick ‘cause I make these boys flip      You must be sick ‘cause u didn’t find me   You must be sick ‘cause dark Chillds behind me   Plus u real sick cause mochas inside me   W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?      You must be sick ‘cause u didn’t find me   You must be sick ‘cause dark child's behind me   Plus u real sick cause mochas inside me   W-W-W-W-W-Why you so sick?