| Ooh ah, ayy
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| Ooh ah, ayy
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| She get what she want from a nigga, she calling a nigga ooh ayy, ayy
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| She give it all to a nigga, no flaws to a nigga, stand tall on a nigga, yeah
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| She put it down on a nigga, give rounds to a nigga, she proud for a nigga,
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| ooh yeah, ayy, uh
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| She never clowning a nigga, man, frown with a nigga, I’m her nigga, ooh, yeah,
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| ayy
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh
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| And I like that shit, that’s how I like my bitch
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| Get nasty, gotta like my dick, yeah
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| You was icky way before I met you, I know
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| You don’t even know I only got you for show
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| To the guys, just close your eyes
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| Come on baby, let’s just go for a ride
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
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| We was just Lexus riding
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| Come home from Texas riding
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| I know you like when I’m in your ear when I’m up inside it
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| we just gon' keep on climbing
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| Promise from now, it’s gon' be perfect timing
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| Go ahead and bossed you up, don’t get in your feelings, yeah
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| Only reason you get on my nerves, you know I got feelings, yeah
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| Every time we get in a fight, you just gotta in, mmm, yeah
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| When I hit it, mmm, yeah
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| I love you, 'cause you loved when I pushed you all the way to the ceiling, mmm,
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| yeah
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| When you feel it, mmm, yeah
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| You know how I’m living, oh yeah
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| I do the shit he didn’t do, yeah, oh
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| When I’m in it, know I kill it, oh yeah
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| So that attitude, better kill it, ooh yeah, oh
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make me so damn sticky, uh
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| Hey, Vicky, you so, so icky
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| Just the thought of being 'round you make a grown man cry |