Wicked

(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)