icky vicky

(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 callin' 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 clownin' a nigga, man, frown with a nigga
I'm her nigga, ooh, yeah, ayy

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 just 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 bossed you up, don't get in your feelings, yeah
Only reason you get on my nerves, you know I got feelinhs, 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 pushed 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, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy
Ooh, ah, ayy