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ren.y.c - wicky. lyrics

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double, double g’s on my pants—a new record
guinness world record—yeah, i’m feeling the pressure
doesn’t scare me, never jogging in place
if i got something to say, i’ma say it to your face

look, i see you pop out at the mall now
i don’t really hang around there—it’s a small town
people be snitching on themselves like the law now
my twin flame towered over me—we had a fall down

wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky
wicky, wicky, wicky—we ain’t carry bl!ckies
wicky, wicky, wicky—never too wicked
i don’t mess with that—that’s a fact—takе your broom with you
wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky
wicky, wicky, wicky—we ain’t carry bl!ckies
wicky, wicky, wicky—nevеr too wicked
i don’t mess with that—that’s a fact—take your broom with you

take it, please, take your broom with ya
take your broom with ya
can ya, can ya, can ya take your broom with ya?
i don’t mess with that—that’s a fact—take your broom with ya

checks now, flex now—jewels on my t++th
clamsh+ll—what you mean? i take it out when i eat
kiss my feet if you wanna stand a chance—i repeat
w without you—i’m the man, don’t feel defeat
i don’t like messing ’round—bad news, yeah
i get what i want when i snap my hands
everybody claiming they have a plan—
this is god’s world, my plan in his hands

wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky
wicky, wicky, wicky—we ain’t carry bl!ckies
wicky, wicky, wicky—never too wicked
i don’t mess with that—that’s a fact—take your broom with you
wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky
wicky, wicky, wicky—we ain’t carry bl!ckies
wicky, wicky, wicky—never too wicked
i don’t mess with that—that’s a fact—take your broom with you

ren.y.c—i ain’t no bum
don’t call me “son”—i’m not your son
won’t show you how it’s done—
that’s how i roll, that’s how i run
ren.y.c—i ain’t no bum
don’t call me “son”—i’m not your son
won’t show you how it’s done—
that’s how i roll, that’s how i run

wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky
wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky, wicky
wicky, wicky, wicky (go control your bl!ckies)
if you had a pocket full of posies, would you fall down?
wicked
it’s wicked
it’s wicked

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