Double double G's on my pants a new record
Guinness world record yea I'm feeling the pressure
Doesn't scare me never jogging in place if I got something to say Imma say it your face
Look I see you pop out at the mall now
I don't really hang around there it's a small town
People be snitching on themselves like the law now
My twin flame towered over me we had a fall out
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky gov control your blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Take it please take your broom with ya
Take your broom with ya
Can ya can ya can ya take your broom with ya
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with ya
Checks now flex now jewels on my teeth clamshell what you mean I take it out when I eat
Kiss my feet if you wanna stand a chance I repeat W O without you I'm the man don't feel defeat
I don't like messing round bad news yea
I get what I want when I snap my hands
Everybody claiming they have a plan
This is God's world my plan in his hands
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Ren.y.c I ain't no bum don't call me son I'm not your son
Won't show you until it's done that's how I roll that's how I run
Ren.y.c I ain't no bum don't call me son I'm not your son
Won't show you until it's done that's how I roll that's how I run
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky gov control your blickies
If you had a pocket full of posies would you fall down
Wicked
It's wicked
It's wicked
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Double double G's on my pants a new record
Guinness world record yea I'm feeling the pressure
Doesn't scare me never jogging in place if I got something to say Imma say it your face
Look I see you pop out at the mall now
I don't really hang around there it's a small town
People be snitching on themselves like the law now
My twin flame towered over me we had a fall out
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky gov control your blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Take it please take your broom with ya
Take your broom with ya
Can ya can ya can ya take your broom with ya
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with ya
Checks now flex now jewels on my teeth clamshell what you mean I take it out when I eat
Kiss my feet if you wanna stand a chance I repeat W O without you I'm the man don't feel defeat
I don't like messing round bad news yea
I get what I want when I snap my hands
Everybody claiming they have a plan
This is God's world my plan in his hands
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Ren.y.c I ain't no bum don't call me son I'm not your son
Won't show you until it's done that's how I roll that's how I run
Ren.y.c I ain't no bum don't call me son I'm not your son
Won't show you until it's done that's how I roll that's how I run
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky gov control your blickies
If you had a pocket full of posies would you fall down
Wicked
It's wicked
It's wicked
Guinness world record yea I'm feeling the pressure
Doesn't scare me never jogging in place if I got something to say Imma say it your face
Look I see you pop out at the mall now
I don't really hang around there it's a small town
People be snitching on themselves like the law now
My twin flame towered over me we had a fall out
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky gov control your blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Take it please take your broom with ya
Take your broom with ya
Can ya can ya can ya take your broom with ya
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with ya
Checks now flex now jewels on my teeth clamshell what you mean I take it out when I eat
Kiss my feet if you wanna stand a chance I repeat W O without you I'm the man don't feel defeat
I don't like messing round bad news yea
I get what I want when I snap my hands
Everybody claiming they have a plan
This is God's world my plan in his hands
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky we ain't carry blickies
Wicky wicky wicky never too wicked
I don't mess with that that's a fact take your broom with you
Ren.y.c I ain't no bum don't call me son I'm not your son
Won't show you until it's done that's how I roll that's how I run
Ren.y.c I ain't no bum don't call me son I'm not your son
Won't show you until it's done that's how I roll that's how I run
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky
Wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky wicky gov control your blickies
If you had a pocket full of posies would you fall down
Wicked
It's wicked
It's wicked
Writer: Renatta Goffman
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