Wicked (feat. kadiata & Sam Wise)

(Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked) Mad Positive vibrations, good vibes all the time, all the way (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr) You know? (Juls, baby) Love, love, love, love 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 (bad, bad) I don't even blame her Yeah, I know how it be, see (you know) No stress 'cause when she link me She gwarn like freak (freak, freak), mm Don't post her on Insta (ayy) Side-ting too innah I might have to address it (why?) Assumptions might kill her (oh, shit) Why you talking about "Men are trash"? Take time off Twitter (you know Twitter talk) 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) 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, it's your birthday b It's your birthday ho, I don't wanna leave her 'cause she's Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked We in the dance and everything Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Woi-oi (don't be annoyded) It's your birthday ho, it's your birthday b It's your birthday ho, I don't wanna leave her 'cause she's Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked We in the dance and everything Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked (yeah) Woi-oi (it's crazy) 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 Bighead" (wagwan) KMT her bredrin's smoky too, but I ain't tryna be a dickhead But I ain't tryna gwarn like she don't look wicked, wicked, wicked True say, I ain't tryna be mad shallow I don't even know if da ting grips yet True say I ain't even seen her in person But she already know how da ting set (come on) Better slow down if you want respect, call her Big Mama But I ain't biscuit Put it all on da line and I might risk it Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked It's your birthday, see you sittin' 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 bestfriend them ah 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, I'm in love with this pepperoni Need an award, how she bend it for me Pull up front row to the ceremony You sending for me, B, it's cash on demand Racks in my hand in a fat rubberband I'ma have to holla you back when I land My luggage is light, still, I might catch a tan (Juls, baby)