Lyrics

See when I call she text me Green tea with some leaves she reckon I see when I need the fashion To be yours, to be mine when you sent a car to get me In the morning, I tried to be yours when I call directly No tea in the car, wanna kick it Salty when they talk in the wickidy wickidy sickidy Sorry, couldn't reach it This whole time kidi hickidy wickidy Sickidy car getting heated This whole time kini hickidy wickidy wickidy, end of the wicked Wait a minute Why you not feeling me? Walk around like you not seeing me Bitch, please I'm a G and you and you better believe Fuck on her and she won't wanna leave Tell ya man keep trying but don't try and be me You look good in this lighting, you're all that I see Got all of these diamonds, that's all that you see That bitch she never dip too far, she by my side The way she ah breaking her back on her Bring it, attack it now wickidy, sample it more Those days in the trap when I pray for the days that we eat And we breaking the dawn Sho ma fe, je m'appelle Omoge no dey form with the heat So l tackle it more I remember the days of the feast and the beast And the wickidy smoking the bong Too many girls want to be the one I pasted the tab in my tongue and the woman were talking They turn into demons Never put trust in a woman who told they love you They still end up leaving I see the truth in your eyes You did what you must to survive See when I call she text me Green tea with some leaves she reckon I see when I need the fashion To be yours, to be mine when you sent a car to get me In the morning, I tried to be yours when I call directly No tea in the car, wanna kick it Salty when they talk in the wickidy wickidy sickidy Sorry couldn't reach it This whole time kidi hickidy wickidy Sickidy car getting heated This whole time kini Hickidi wickidi wickidy, end of the wicked Damn, I drip too hard (splash, splash, splash) What you call bitches that's calm Cah they know who we are Okay You can't drip like this (splash, splash) Is that your man? He's pissed 'Cause she know we're lit lit In the club, bare fakers all about They make me sick, man 'Cause I got my paper, got my bands I took them risks man Talk that shit 'Cause you hit one lick you think you're big man Girl gon' lick and she Bought all the liquor, don't act big, man See when I call she text me Green tea with some leaves she reckon I see when I need the fashion To be yours, to be mine when you sent a car to get me In the morning, I tried to be yours when I call directly No tea in the car, wanna kick it Salty when they talk in the wickidy wickidy sickidy Sorry couldn't reach it This whole time kidi hickidy wickidy Sickidy car getting heated This whole time kini Hickidy wickidy wickidy, end of the wicked
Writer(s): Quudus King, Octavian Oliver, Oluwademilade Ayobamidele Alabi, Osayaba Owen Ize Iyamu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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