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Why you say what you say? You don't mean what you say In L.A. tryna lay, let me teach you my ways You put that hand down my waist then let's hop in a Range Pornstar, baby, hand me over the tape Now I say what I want, I don't got to 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've been balling ever since Now they all tryna get attached, ahh "Wynne, I wish I knew that you were thick" Damn, all you had to do was ask, ahh Got you 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 L.A. tryna woah, let me tеach you my ways Don't wanna wait, I'm impatie', I got too much at stake Letras de cancionesFourth quarter, baby, and wе back in the game I used to pray for the day we'd no longer elate Getting lean on 'em like I'm Wayne in a BAPE Whole crowd lively, I got 600 Blakes I was way ahead, you just found out, you're late But they know I've been balling ever since Now they all tryna get attached, ahh "Wynne, I wish I knew that you were thick" Damn, all you had to do was ask, ahh Now you're saying that you like me, hold on, 'cause I got options And I probably shouldn't respond 'cause 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 got you 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 W's 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? It's 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 heigh-ho I can't 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 they 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? Woah Now you're saying that you like me, hold on, 'cause I got options And I probably shouldn't respond 'cause 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 got you sick From Letras Mania