Wicked (Letra)

G-Eazy Part. G-Eazy

Hip Hop / Rap

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Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her

Keep your distance from her

Would you give me a moment? Give me a try
Don’t leave me hanging, no, that isn’t right
Why do we do this? Throw me a lie
You like the attention, and you get what you like

I just wanna get you closer
I don’t wanna play these games
All you wanna be is wanted
Make sure he go, “Okay”
Why you gotta tease me, baby?
Why you gotta play these games?
Every time you come over
I don’t ever get no play

She’s fucking wicked
But I love the way she hurts me
I’m so addicted to her loving
That girl is vicious
When you see her, be sure
That you’re keeping your distance
From her loving

I’m being the good guy, I’m being polite
You tell me I’m too nice, maybe you’re right
And I don’t wanna hear that, I ain’t your type
What does that even mean, girl? Can I get a reply?

I just wanna get you closer
I don’t wanna play this games
All you wanna be is wanted
Make sure he go, “Okay”
Why you gotta tease me, baby?
Why you gotta be this way?
Every time you come over
I don’t ever get no play

She’s fucking wicked
But I love the way she hurts me
I’m so addicted to her loving
That girl is vicious
When you see her, be sure
That you’re keeping your distance
From her loving

Yeah, could list a million reasons why it wouldn’t work
She asked, “When the last time you had to put in work?”
She stopped my hand when I would try to put it up her skirt
She don’t wanna give it, she just wanna flirt
Pretty as a picture, but she do me dirt
When she don’t hit me back, I start to go berserk
Goddamn, babe, why you leave me hangin’?
Why you playin’? Think she do it all for entertainment
Yeah, she should walk around with a warning sign
“Do not touch, keep away, avoid the fine”
Super bad bitch, she ain’t sorta fine
Stayed over and she vanished by the mornin’ time
Payed a pretty penny just to take her out
And she ain’t let me smash, we only makin’ out
My homie told me, “Stay away, she trouble, bro”
But I think I’m addicted to her lovin’ though
You know, uh

She’s fucking wicked
But I love the way she hurts me
I’m so addicted to her loving
That girl is vicious
When you see her, be sure
That you’re keeping your distance
From her loving

Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her
Keep your distance from her

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Wicked (Letra)

Future

Hip Hop / Rap

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Wicked tunes, you know what I’m sayin’?
Wizard

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas
Phantom parkin’, big dawg barkin’ hey
Lortabs on me, oh-oh-oh-oh
Shawty want that wave, oh-oh-oh-oh
I’m drippin’ Cartier, oh-oh-oh-oh
Put a gold bird on you, that’s what’s happening
I put that lingo on her, she was Spanish
I fill a one liter up with Xannies
This continental and it’s panoramic
It’s complimentary to the savages
You fuck around with me, it be a tragedy
I want green, green, green, all asparagus
I drink lean, lean, lean it ain’t embarassing

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Woah, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Now she going, now that bitch going
I purchase Avianne and now she lit, huh
Wedding band rings on me lit, huh
Married to the game, I’m the shit, huh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Bitch we made men
We ain’t pullin’ up in cribs that we can’t get
You can’t pull a bitch on Instagram I ain’t hit, huh
And then she tellin’ lies about me
cause she ain’t shit, uh
She want that big-big dog status
I was in the alley with them nickel bags, tallyin’
Now I’m Taliban gang status, that’s what’s happenin’
And you niggas can’t get close cause you don’t know me
It ain’t no more dip and dabbin’, hangin’ low key
These bitches see me and they panic
I can’t believe it, I was on the corner gamblin’

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Wicked (Letra)

Jagged Edge

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Yo chuck, we got runnin mixes, gimme the headphones…

Wicked

Ha ha 1..2..3 and i come with the wicked style
And you know that i’m from the wicked crew, you act like you knew
But i got everybody jumping to the voodoo
You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs, while me and my mob got a trunk full of
9’s
Drop then i’ll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday for the a-hole
Ready to buck buck buck but it’s a must to duck duck duck
Before i bust ya
Looking for the one that did it
You want my vote, no your never gonna get it
Cause i’m the one with the tight mad skills
And i won’t choke like the buffalo bills, sittin at the pad just chillin
Larry parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling
That nigger done past me the peel, and i slam dunk it like shaquille o’neal
Wicked, wreckin
Baby, i’ll rock that tassle baby, take it… cos i’m
‘cause i get wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
Yes i wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
Yes i wicked, somebody outta keep on the volume
But now i’m in your face, so you’ll keep on the volume

Don’t say nothing just listen
Got me, got me a plan to break tyson out of prison
You going my way you get served
Still got a deuce then i bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with a happy grin
Gotta fat frown cause i’m down, so take a look around
All you see is big black boots, stepin, use my steel toe as a weapon
And it’s awfully quiet, you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick
Ah, but that’s nasty, cause i got a body count like ice-t
From here to new york i get them skins, and i ain’t talking about pork
Your sly, you pig, dig
Listen from the flow from a soul fro’ed caucasion
Ah, who didn’t know i was as funky as wilson picket
But ya talkin…

Chorus

People wanna know how come i get a gat
And i’m sitting at the window like malcolm
Ready to bring that noise and kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boyz
December 29th was power to the people, y’all might just see a sequel
‘cause police got equal, hey, a horse is a pig that don’t fly straight
I’m doin daryl gates but it’s willie willams, i’m down with the pilgrims
I’m threw with the pig, so i think the job is dead, get out…

Chorus

Wicked (Letra)

Cam'ron

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Wicked like me nobody wicked like me
A gal like me shoulda star in a yu movie
Wicked like me when yu wicked like me
Wicked like me me full a nuff stylie

So you wanna romance me, undress me
You gotta impress me
I can be easy if i wanna be
But you got to please me
If it’s the same old story,
You want my money or you want my glory
I don’t need you hanging around, unless you

Wicked like me nobody wicked like me
A gal like me shoulda star in yu movie
Wicked like me when yu wicked like me
Wicked like me, x-amounta stylie
Wicked like me nobody wicked like me
A gal like me shoulda star in yu movie
Wicked like me when yu wicked like me
Wicked like me me full a nuff stylie

Oh there ain’t a girl in the world
Who can make you feel like i do
If i wanted to
Mi a di gal wit di fun
So to mi you a fe cum
Mi a go gi you lump sum
So noboda play dum
Can’t you see there’s nobody else

Wicked wicked fulla fulla fulla stylie

Wicked (Letra)

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Yo Chuck! We got running mixes…. in the headphones
Ah ha ha ha ha!

Wicked!

Ha Ha! 1 2 3 and I come with the wicked style, and you know
that I’m from the wicked crew, you act like you knew, but I got everybody
jumping to the voodoo. You kickin’ wicked rhymes, picket signs, me and
my mob got a truck full of 9’s. Drop then I’ll slay ya, bang, bang, birthday
for the a-hole

Ready to buck, buck, buck, but it’s a must to duck, duck, duck,
before I bust ya, looking for the one that did it. You want my vote, no
your never gonna get it, cause I’m the one with the phat mad skills, and
I won’t choke like the Buffalo Bills. Sittin’ at the pad just chillin’,
Larry Parker just got 2 million, oh what a fucking feeling! That nigger
done past me the pill, and I slam dunk it like Shaquille O’Neal.
Wicked, wreckin’ baby I’ll rock that test tube baby, take it…

‘Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire

Don’t say nothing just listen, got me a plan to break Tyson
out of prison. You going my way you get served, still got a deuce then
I bunny hop the curb. Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin, never seen with
a happy grin, going flat frown cause I’m down, so take a look around, all
you see is big black boots steppin’, use my steel toe as a weapon. And
it’s awfully quiet you want to live with this nigger, to with the stick.
Ah, but that’s nasty, ‘cause I got a body count like Ice-T. From in New
York I get them skins, and I ain’t talking about pork. Your sly, you pig,
dig, listen from the flow from a soul fro’ed caucasian, oh, your picket
signs, you know all this funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.

‘Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire

People wanna know how come I got a Gat and I’m sitting at
the window like Malcolm. Ready to bring that noise and going to get heavy
like the Ghetto Boyz. December 29th was power to the people, you might
just see a sequel, ‘cause police got equal pay, a horse is a pig that don’t
fly straight. I’m doin Daryl Gates but it’s Willie Willams, I’m down with
the pilgrims, I’m through with the pig, so I think the job is dead, get
out…

‘Cause I get Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
Yes I Wicked! I told them not to keep on their fire
But now I’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire

Wicked (Letra)

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wicked!

Ha ha! 1 2 3 and i come with the wicked
Style, and you know that i’m from the wicked crew,
You act like you knew,
But i got everybody jumping to the voodoo.
You kickin’ wicked rhymes, picket signs,
Me and my mob got a truck full of 9’s.
Play ya and i’ll slay ya,
I got thug-made dough by the hey-a.
Ready to buck, buck, buck,
But it’s a must to duck, duck, duck,
Before i bust ya, looking for the one that did it,
You want my vote, no you’re never gonna get it,
Cause i’m the one with the phat mad skills,
And i won’t choke like the buffalo bills.
Sittin’ at the pad just chillin’
Cos larry parker just got 2 million,
Oh what a fucking feeling!
That nigger done pass me the pill,
And i slam dunk it like shaquille o’neal.
Wicked, wreckin’ baby
I’ll rock that test tube baby, take it…

‘cause i get wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
Yes i wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
Yes i wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
But now i’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire

Don’t say nothing just listen,
Got me a plan to break tyson out of prison.
You going my way you get served,
Still got a deuce that’ll bunny hop the curb.
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin,
Never seen with a happy grin,
Show the phat frown cause i’m down,
So take a look around,
All you see is big black boots steppin’,
Use my steel toe as a weapon.
Kick ya and flip ya,
Now they want to label this nigger,
Tape with the sticker.
Kickin out girls that’s nasty,
‘cause i got a body count like ice-t.
From in new york
I get them skins, and i ain’t talking about pork.
Your sly, you pig, dig,
Listen from the flow from a soul fro’ed caucasian,
Oh, your picket signs, you know all
This funky ass wisdom picket budget talking.

‘cause i get wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
Yes i wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
Yes i wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
But now i’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire

People wanna know how come i got a gat
And i’m sitting at the window like malcolm,
Ready to bring that noise
And going to get heavy like the ghetto boyz.
April 29th was power to the people,
And you might just see a sequel,
‘cause police got equal pay,
A horse is a pig that don’t fly straight.
I’m doin’ daryl gates but it’s willie willams,
I’m down with the pilgrims,
I’m through with the pig,
So i think the job is dead, get out…

‘cause i get wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
Yes i wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
Yes i wicked! i told them not to keep on their fire
But now i’m in your face, so you’ll keep on your fire

Wicked (Letra)

Deftones

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intro: (some ‘dreadhead’, won’t translate to avoid offending)

Verse 1:

One, two, three and i come with the wicked
Style and you know that i’m from the wicked
Crew, act like you knew
Cos i got everybody jumpin to the voodoo
Pick it, wicked rhymes, picket signs
While me and the mob gotta truck full of 9’s]
Play ya and i’ll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the hey-a
Ready to buck buck buck and it’s a must
To duck duck duck before i bust
Lookin for the one that did it
But like en vogue, no you’re never gonna get it
Cos i’m the one with the fat mad skills
And i won’t choke like the buffalo bills
Sittin at the pad just chillin
Cos larry parker just got two million, oh what a feelin
So shake that nigga and pass me the pill
And i’ll slam dunk ya like shaquille o’neal
Like it, dig it, maybe and watch that test tube baby
Kick it cos i get wicked

Chorus: (some toaster, once again won’t translate to avoid offending)

Verse 2:

Won’t say nuttin, just listen
Got me a plan to break tyson outta prison
Come my way and get served
Still got a duece that’ll bunny hop the curb
Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cos i’m down
Take a look around
And all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my steel toe as a weapon
Kick ya and flip ya, now they want to
Label this nigga, tape with the sticker
Kickin out girls that’s nicety
Yo, i gotta body count like ice-t
From here to new york
I get skins and ain’t talkin bout pork
Swine, pig, dick
Listen to the flow of a so-called negro
Who didn’t know i was funky as wilson pickett
Dig it cos i get wicked

Chorus

Verse 3:

People wanna know how come
I gotta gat and i’m lookin out the window like malcolm
Ready to bring that noise
Kinda trigger happy like the ghetto boys
April 29th was power to the people
And we might just see a sequel
Cos police got equal pay
A horse is a pig that don’t fly straight
Doin darryl gates but is willie williams
Down with the pilgrims
Just a super slave
We’ll have to break his ass up like super dave
I’m wicked enough to board this
Cos now it’s on to the fullest
Gorilla straight from the mist
But i don’t miss when it comes to this
Bring the yellow tape
The white cape, cos i’m so straight
Thru with the picket signs, take his job and stick it
Bigot, cos i get wicked