Knucks, Juls, Kadiata, Sam Wise - Wicked lyrics

She has a problem communicating
What she means bad when she on her knees
Bad with the replies 'cah
Her time ain't free (Bad)
I don't even blame her
Yeah, I know how it be, see (You know)
No stress 'cah when she link me
She gwarn like freak (Freak, freak)
Don't post her on Insta (Ayy)
Side ting's too inner
I might have to address it (Why?)
Assumptions might kill her
Why you talking 'bout "Men are trash"?
Tek time off Twitter (You know Twitter talk)
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)
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 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 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 the ting grips yet
True say I ain't even seen her in person
But she already know how the ting set
(Come on) better slow down if you want
Respect, call her Big Mama
But I ain't biscuit
Put it all on the 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
Wanna diet, get thin and skinny
But I like her, she my biggie-biggie
Biggie-biggie, she heavy heavy
True say her best friend Ben & Jerry
True say it's bless 'cah we get the belly
Girl you know it's first-class
Not secondary been a whole week
Ain't you checking for me?
A piece, 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 might have to holla you back when I land
My luggage is light, still
I might catch a tan