Wicked (feat. kadiata & Sam Wise)

She has a problem communicating what she means

Bad when she's on her knees, bad with the replies, 'cause her time ain't free

I don't even blame her

Yeah I know how it be

See

No stress 'cause when she link me

She gwarn like a freak

Don't post her on insta

Sideting too innah

I might have to address it

Assumptions might kill her

Why you talking about men are trash

Take time off twitter

I was hitting from the back

She want me to film it

Nothing like triller

Setup just like a director

Tommy Lee I was the pussy mechanic, but I just turned pussy inspector

You know I wanna see likkle more likkle bit, but I don't wanna be too extra

Said a guy never gave her this feeling

I must be an inventor

Remember

Jawns in the blender

Tender venture

Right in the centre

Enter

It's your birthday ho, its your birthday bish

It's your birthday ho

I don't wanna leave her 'cause she

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

We in the dance and everything

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

It's your birthday ho, it's your birthday bish

It's your birthday ho

I don't wanna leave her 'cause she

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

We in the dance and everything

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Wicked, wicked, wicked

CRB 'fore I board this train

Ask bro if he ever copped a ticket

Sexy pics on her insta, send her a dm like, "Hey big head"

KMT her bredrins smokey too, but I ain't tryna be a dickhead

But ain't tryna go on like she don't look wicked, wicked, wicked

True say I ain't tryna be mad shallow, I don't even know if da tings grips yet

True say I ain't even seen her in person, but she already knows how da tings set

Better slow down if you want respect

Call her big mama but i ain't biskit

Put it all on da line and I might risk it

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

It's your birthday, see you sitting pretty

Your body set good, won't you give it to me

She wanna diet get thin and skinny

But I like her she my biggie biggie

Biggie biggie, she heavy heavy

True say her best friend's Ben and Jerry

True say it's bless 'cause we get the belly

Girl, ya know it's first class, not secondary

Been a whole week, ain't you checking for me

A pizza my love with this pepperoni

Need an award, how she bend it for me

Pull up front row to the ceremony

If your sending for me b, it's cash on demand

Racks in my hand in a fat rubber band

I'ma have to holla you back when I land

The luggage is light, still I might catch a tan