Wicked

Lyrics

[Intro: Sam Wise & Amaarae] Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Mad Positive vibrations, good vibes all the time, all the way, you know (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr) Love, love, love, love Juls, baby [Verse 1: Sam Wise] 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 [Chorus: Sam Wise] 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 [Verse 2: Kadiata] (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 [Verse 3: Knucks] 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 [Outro] Juls baby [Saxophone Solo]