"Wicked Witch" lyrics

"Wicked Witch"

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She want Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)
Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')
I want switches (Switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (Drums)
Chops (Chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (Steamers), and the drop
She want Gucci (Yeah), Louis (Yeah), Dior (Yeah)
Prada (Yeah), Fendi (Yeah), Chanel (Yeah), Balenci' (Yeah)
I want switches (Yeah), Glocks (Yeah), drums (Yeah)
Chops (Yeah), F&Ns (Yeah), steamers (Yeah), and the drop

Uh, uh, I'm a wicked nigga, she my wicked witch
Uh, uh, glick in her Chanel, she a wicked bitch
Uh, when we fuck, we cum in sync, we have wicked sex
Uh, uh, keep it up and we gon' make a mini Wick

Uh, uh, bitch, I get that dough like a gentleman
Uh, don't be scared 'cause I got guns, babe, I'm a gentleman
Uh, bitches knockin' at my heart, but, I won't let 'em in
Uh, uh, can't get mad, baby, you know I'm a ladies' man
Uh, don't be insecure, your spot's secured, I promise you
Uh, know she safe with me, when evil comes, she know I shoot
Uh, trained her very well, the police come, I know she mute
Uh, call her pretty every hour though she know she cute

Uh, uh, she know I'm a gangster (She know I'm a gangster)
Shawty keep me outta trouble so I thank her (Thank her)
You take away my anger (Take away my anger)
I need you to hold me down, be my anchor (My anchor)
She take pictures with my banger (Take pictures with my banger)
And I hope them niggas know that pussy come with danger
My momma said, "Don't talk to strangers" (Don't talk to no strangers)
And for you, every other bitch I see a stranger

Uh, uh, she said, "Fix your shirt, Ray, your gun showin'"
Uh, uh, I said, "Fix your shorts, bae, your butt showin'"
She know if I up this torch then this gun blowin'
I say, "Them hoes can't fuck with you," she say, "Bae, I'm knowin'"

Gucci (Gucci), Louis (Louis), Dior (Dior)
Prada (Prada), Fendi (Fendi), Chanel (Chanel), Balenci' (Balenci')
I want switches (Switches), Glocks (Glocks), drums (Drums)
Chops (Chops), F&Ns (F&Ns), steamers (Steamers), and the drop
She want Gucci (Yeah), Louis (Yeah), Dior (Yeah)
Prada (Yeah), Fendi (Yeah), Chanel (Yeah), Balenci' (Yeah)
I want switches (Yeah), Glocks (Yeah), drums (Yeah)
Chops (Yeah), F&Ns (Yeah), steamers (Yeah), and the drop


Writer(s): Peter Gundry, Mark Laepple, Horace Walls
album: "Who Is Nardo Wick?" (2021)
Nardo Wick - Who Is Nardo Wick? album cover
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