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Sick boy, in his cut-off camo pants
Sick boy, likes to creepy crawl dance
Sick boy, he's always in trouble with the law, don't you know? (Oh, ay, oh)
Sick boy, he don't need no fucking knife
Sick boy, likes to get into fights
Sick boy, he'll be hanging with his boys all night long (oh, ay, oh)
Sick boy, na-na-na-na
Sick boy, oh, ay, oh
Sick boy, na-na-na-na
Sick boy, oh, ay, oh
Sick boy, rides the F-train 9
Sick boy, keeps hide fade high and tight
Sick boy, with tattoos up and down his arms, don't you know? (Oh, ay, oh)
Sick boy, he's got a girl wrapped around his arm
Sick boy, with his street-like charm
Sick boy, he'll make love to her all night, don't you know? (Oh, ay, oh)
Sick boy, na-na-na-na
Sick boy, oh, ay, oh
Sick boy, na-na-na-na
Sick boy, oh, ay, oh
He's a sick boy
Such a sick boy
We're all sick boys
Yeah, I'm a sick boy
Na-na-na-na-na-na