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juls - wicked lyrics

[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 k!ll 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 p+ssy mechanic
but i just turned p+ssy 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

[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

[verse 2: kadiata]
(it’s crazy)
wicked wicked wicked
crb ‘fore i board this train ask bro if he ever copped a ticket
s+xy pics on her insta, send her dm like “hey bighead” (wagwan)
kmt her bredrin’s smoky too, but i ain’t tryna be a d+ckhead
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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