Sean Paul, Iggy Azalea - Wickedest Style lyrics

Just can't get enough

Baby girl just give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Put it down, let it down
Let them see you glow fire
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Drop to the floor, I got the money empire
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Wind for the world
You know you’re well versatile
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Getting money straight, the money pile up

Because if we’ll smoke two pon repeater
Poppin in 2, does em buckle up me feet
Hennessey get out the break bomb
Taking out the D cup
Money on the clique touch the
Street well made up
Run it up, we link up, put the drink
I did done stink up
And now my friend that bring come
And sip pon the big cup
Selector posed to dance on the
Block then I raise up
Give me the microphone, now
Let me sing something, girl

You should know the way you bumpin it
I feel it now, you’re feelin it up
Drop it low show me what you’re workin with
Girl you show me, we burn it up
Take it slow girl I’m on the grind, fightin
You know you should be workin it up
What you do give me the ting girl cuz
I just can’t get enough

Now give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Put it down, let it down
Let them see you glow fire
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Drop to the floor, I got the money empire
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Wind for the world
You know you’re well versatile
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Getting money straight, the money pile up

Rude boy what you want cause
You push pon me waist
I know you falling in love from
That look pon yo face
If I leave it there for you
Could you pick it up, pick it up
Got a hell of an appetite
Let me know if you big enough
I'm talking high life
Such a high price but we pay
Do this all night everything be alright
That’s what we say
So original, super wicked style, we get wild
If it’s right how we does it now
How you like me now? Money talks
If you without it then don't mention my name
Ain’t no competition within me and
They make the same
Need a Benz or a Bentley just
To get in my lane flyin private
We get at it til they see me on the plane
Talkin fly right til we turn night into day
We could take time and never waste
Time cuz I don’t play
So original, super wicked style, super wicked
I can give it to you but
Tell me what you gon do, wit' it tell me

You should know the way you bumpin it
I feel it now, you’re feelin it up
Drop it low show me what you’re workin with
Girl you show me, we burn it up
Take it slow girl I’m on the grind, fightin
You know you should be workin it up
What you do give me the ting girl cuz
I just can’t get enough

Now give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Put it down, let it down
Let them see you glow fire
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Drop to the floor, I got the money empire
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Wind for the world
You know you’re well versatile
Give em the wickedest style
Give em the wickedest style
Getting money straight, the money pile up