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WIKID Lyrics
- Genre:Reggae
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Don style bad wikid,
Mi no affi boast unnu know don wikid
Ketch another flow let it go pon wicked
Real rastaman mek wicked man timid yea
Hmm, some gal damn wicked
Want two men, no want weh she waa gimme
Clean empress anytime dem see mi
Poppyshow when mi see some bwoy try be me
Yea, wikid don wikid inna bed
Anno every gal ago get position deh,
unnu zimmi
Yea don so di ting set,
When wikid man kweff duppy-bat fly weh,
plane ticket
All a mi style dem bloodclaat wikid
See wah mi a sey, nuff love talk wicked
Pagan gweh, dont see me when yu see mi
And tek weh yuself, first gimme weh a fimi
Wikid, mix up the coach and the Gucci so wikid
Balenciaga, no run down no bitches
When we say wikid, anno pagan wicked
The Christian Dior, with the Versace, wikid
When we a roll out, so wild and so wikid
Nuff guy a bite off wi style caus them wikid
Nuff gal a try catch the hype, dawg it wicked
The Yves Saint Laurent, Icy cold like mi fridge it
Just get the big money call,
Success, So no price check a gwaan
First get the bag, take the youths to the mall
And the Benz get a wash, so you know say a floss
Hey Jimmy Choo, what do you give me two
Christian Louboutin, my Empress, she choose
Ferragamo, she love the don perfume
Don a beat them bad, Louis V, belt no loose
Polo, fit off the walls, skate through
Dolce Gabbana, the penguin, a shoot
Jump pon the yeng-yeng, no dirt to the shoes
Ano Tommy Hilfiger, red, white and blue
Calvin Klein with the Michael Kors
Moschino, the purse and the watch match di boots
Who cant dress get a boo! champoos
Yeah, we feel like a billion, times by two
Wikid, mix up the coach and the Gucci, so wikid
Balenciaga, no run down no bitches
When we say wikid, ano pagan wicked
The Christian Dior, with the Versace, wikid
When we a roll out, so wild and so wikid
Nuff guy a bite off wi style 'cause them wicked
Nuff gal a try to catch the hype, dawg it wicked
The Yves Saint Laurent, Icy cold like me fridge it
Paradise to the freezer Eessa,
We no need visa, fi fly green card
Foreign gal can't take don fi idiot
Want foreign car, so the hustle, we a dweet for
Hey, red eyes, some guy, wicked eee God
Bad mind, make wicked pree little deeper
Affi get spiritual, Chopra Deepak
Every wicked man food, hot tool eat dawg
Wikid, Can't bite this, too tough
Wikid, When the sport mode touchdown
Wikid, when the high grade touch lungs
Wicked, Love free weed, dawg choke unnu fuck
Wicked, Bobo man, fire still a burn
Wicked, come with a million guns
Wikid, when nyabinghi man a chant drum
Every bloodclaat wicked, afi tumble a ground