I'm Sick Songtext
von Foxx

Fox nigga, you know what it is, you know
You know what it is, I shouldn′t have to tell you
Get your station right nigga
Turn me up, turn me up nigga
Turn me up, turn me up nigga
Everything I own nigga
Know what it is nigga, look


Achoo, excuse me, bless my cough
Being that clean should be against the goddamn law
Step off in the club barely make my ass to the bar
Everybody wanna holla, shit I guess I'm a star
And my fit, ooh, so sick
Partna you can′t afford it so just get off of my dick
And my neckpiece, nothing but a sex piece
My wrist game give me brain
My ear game make 'em choo-choo, run a train
I'm so trill with it
If you don′t like the way that Fox rock, kill yourself
′Cause you gon' have to deal with it
I′m not a stunner, I'm a show-off
And I ain′t seen a mil' yet, just wait
You gon′ really see me go off

My chain got a cold, my watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever, I mean that shit
Everything I own, I swear it's sick
My chain got a cold, my watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever, I mean that shit
Everything I own, I swear it's sick


Why these niggas keep hating on me?
Is it the ice I rock or the money I see?
The big fine bitches or the hundreds I see?
The 4′s on the road for that old school theme?
The Coogi or the Gucci? The Jordans or the Nikes?
The 40 or the chopper? The mistress or the wifey?
The monkeys or the Porshe? The platinum or the gold?
The way I act at shows or the way I act in hoes?
My fit, ooh, so sick
Partna you can′t afford it so just get off of my dick
And my kicks so sick, need to get some air for it
And the way I be shining I oughta get some head for it
I'm that nigga off the backstreets, used to love basketball
Made a quick fifty dog, now I just love to ball
Trill to the bone gristle, D chain on my chest
That fifth wheel so sick, that bitch oughta be on bed rest

My chain got a cold, my watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever, I mean that shit
Everything I own, I swear it′s sick
My chain got a cold, my watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever, I mean that shit
Everything I own, I swear it's sick

Dolce and Gabbana′s on, doing 'bout a hundred
Everybody hit my phone but they ain′t talking 'bout no money
I ain't been there but a minute, number two up in the country
MTV, BET, I′m the shit, now let′s be honest
Lot of niggas wanna try me, just don't know they′ll get punished
Lot of women wanna ride me, just don't know they′ll get punished
Everything I say I got it, I ain't never been ′bout stunting
Yeah I'm Mr. Wipe It On It, can't no nigga take it from me
Got my no-minds with me, meaning they don′t have sense
So you ever play with Fox, hits will be sent
Real recognize real, do you know what that meant?
I can see through you fake niggas like barely legal tint
And my fit, ooh, so sick
Partna you can′t afford it so just get off of my dick
All that tough talk, I don't pay no mind dog
You say you sicker than Fox, then why the fuck you ain′t signed dog?

My chain got a cold, my watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever, I mean that shit
Everything I own, I swear it's sick
My chain got a cold, my watch got the flu
My whip got cancer and my rims got it too
My fit got a fever, I mean that shit
Everything I own, I swear it′s sick