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Wicked
Juls feat. Knucks, kadiata & Sam Wise
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(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)
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