Wicked (feat. kadiata & Sam Wise)

She has a problem communicating what she means
Bad when she's on her knees
Bad wit da 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 inna
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
Set up 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
She said a guy never gave her this feeling
I must be an inventor, member
Jawns in the blender, tender
Venture right in the center, enter

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
(Don't be annoying)

It's your birthday ho, it's your birthday bish
It's your birthday ho
I don't wanna leave her cos 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 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 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 n' skinny
But I like her she my biggie biggie
Biggie biggie she heavy heavy
True say her best friends Ben and Jerry
True say it's bless cause we get the belly
Girl ya know it's first class no secondary
Been a whole week ain't you checkin' for me
A pizza my love wid dis pepperoni
Need an award how she bend it for me
Pull up front row to the ceremony
If your sending for me be it's cash on demand
Racks in my hand in a fat rubber band
I'mma have to holla you back when I land
The luggage is light still I might catch a tan



Credits
Writer(s): Ashley Nwachukwu, Samuel Davies, Julian Nicco Annan, Kadiata Alidor, Kehinde Racheal Oluwatosin Bada
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