(Jerm got the bangers, Jerm got the juice) (They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man) Ooh-ah, ayy Ooh-ah, ayy
She get what she want from a nigga, she calling a nigga, that's all on a nigga, ooh ayy, ayy She give it all to a nigga, no flaws to a nigga, stand tall on a nigga, yeah, yeah She put it down on a nigga, give rounds to a nigga, she proud for a nigga, ooh yeah, ayy, uh She never clowning a nigga, man, frown with a nigga, I'm her nigga, ooh, yeah, ayy Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, yeah And I like that shit, that's how I like my bitch You nasty, gotta like my dick, yeah You was icky way before I met you, I know You don't even know I only got you for show To the guys, just close your eyes Come on, baby, let's just go for a ride
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
We was just Lexus riding Come home, Texas riding I know you like when I'm in your ear when I'm up inside it You ain't reach your climax, we just gon' keep on climbing Promise from now, that's it's gon' be perfect timing I'ma go ahead and boss you up, don't get in your feelings, yeah Only reason you get on my nerves, you know I got feelings, yeah And every time we get in a fight, you gotta get it, mmm, yeah When I hit it, mmm, yeah And I love you, 'cause you love when I put you all the way to the ceiling, mmm, yeah That's when you feel it, mmm, mmm, yeah You know how I'm living, oh yeah I do the shit he didn't do, yeah, oh When I'm in it, know I kill it, oh yeah So that attitude, better kill it, ooh yeah, oh
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
