icky vicky

(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 Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah