Correction Paroles Wicked par Juls

Featuring(s) : Kadiata, Knucks & Sam Wise

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[Intro: Sam Wise & Amaarae]
Wicked wicked wicked wicked
Mad
Positive vibrations, good vibes all the time all the way you know
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 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)
Don't post her on insta
Side ting's too inner
I might have to address it (Why?)
Assumptions might kill her
Why you talking 'bout "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
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]
It's your birthday ho, it's your birthday b
It's your birthday ho, I don't wanna leave her cos she's
Wicked wicked wicked wicked
We in the dance and everything
Wicked wicked wicked wicked
Woi oi

Don't be annoyded

[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 sitting 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 cos 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 of my 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

Juls baby

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