Wicked

(Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked)

Mad

Positive vibrations, good vibes all the time, all the way, you know?(skrr, skrr)

Love, love, love (Juls, baby)

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 p**y mechanic

But I just turned p**y 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 d**d

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)