Fabolous - Sickalicious lyrics
[fabolous]
Uhhuhoh! yeahyeahuh! uh! yeahuh uh!
They call me g-h-e-t-t-o
Black star powerlike b-e-t shows
I'm usually pullin up in the g-t slow
Flashing my ring finger with the e-t glow
I'm that nuccaact rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-autogat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the negroamigo
Get every bay from tampa to montigo
They say I got the lifestyleand the e glow
I'm in the blow rangeno matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows I'm here to get that money! yeah!
[missy elliott]
Heeyyyy! now get that moneykeep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my hummerand they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and missysickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (fabolous: blockablockablockablow!)
[fabolous]
They call me f-a-bo-l-o
U-syou just lay down slow! (nigga)
Know this before thistrey pound blow (uh-huh)
Spit gameget dames to lay down low (ohh!)
I'm da poppy cholothe cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I dropwhen I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hopbut don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dudethat include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "fuck youpay me" attitude
I'm that young boythat slung boy
That'll have em sayingwhere you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggasat one choice
So run when you hearthat gun noise! (blat!)
[missy elliott]
You say you richthen come and talk that shit to me
(blackablackablackablacka)
Buy your dvd's and tv'sbut I like shoes on my jeep
(blackablackablackablacka)
24-inch wheelsand a good gold grill in the front
(blackablackablackablacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
[chorus]
[fabolous]
They call me william h period bonnie
I ride in a seven series with tommie's
I make another on of america's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the onelike the jet li flick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then gretzky's stick
I'm the one like penny hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitchget the God 2-way number
It'll be hard to get a happy father's day from ya
I'm the onelike the piece that's on nelly's chain
You can't reach meI'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffichop in a helly main
[chorus]
