(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, uh
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 from 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, it's gon' be perfect timing
I'ma go ahead and bossed 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 loved when I pushed you all the way to the ceiling, mmm, yeah
That's when you feel it, 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 cry
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