(Jerm got the bangers, Jerm got the juice)
(They think me and Steeze movin' keys, man)
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah
She get what she want from a nigga, she callin' a nigga
That's all on a nigga, ooh, yeah, yeah
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, yeah, uh
She never clownin' a nigga, man, frown with a nigga
I'm her nigga, ooh, yeah, yeah
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' '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 bein' 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' 'round you make a grown man cry
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' 'round you make a grown man cry
We was Lexus ridin'
Come home from Texas ridin'
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 climbin'
Promise from now, it's gon' be perfect timin', yeah
I'ma go ahead and bust 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 ceilin', mmm, yeah
That's when you feel it, mmm, yeah
You know how I'm livin', oh yeah
I do the shit he didn't do yet, 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 bein' 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' 'round you make a grown man cry
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' 'round you make me so damn sticky
Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
Just the thought of bein' 'round you make a grown man cry
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
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Ooh, ah
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