Текст песни Wicked Thrills - Kidicee

This ain't a trend I put you on
Call me Master splinter
Go ahead show me what you do
Ima go Count a figure
Ain't non holy bout what I'm doin
I move like Jack the Ripper
I get money like I'm Jewish
My opps tryna be like hitler
I ain't gotta give my soul up
I'm gone manifest some millions
You would sacrifice yo all to step foot
In my position
You did me a favor
The whole city said she look familiar
I ain't Batman I move like I'm joker
I move like a villain
I ain't finna love her
I'm gone send yo bitch to Porn hub
Yo bitch was in these streets
With yo heart you need a Warm hug
She a hoe and I know for sure
She fucked with four plugs
He got rapper in his bio
But his hit song got him four subs
Small circle
Big family
Cut them off
I got no love
THIS WORLD AINT FAIR
You gotta break the rules and take the short cuts
Cant fuck with you
You take advice from me
But you show no love
You gone starve when I eat
You a leach
You don't know non
Baby I only told u that I love you
So you feel important
Micheal Myers
Ima catch this body and keep moving forward
I'm tryna a whip a foreign
Label said I'm worth a fortune
He want smoke
Turn his life to horror
Fuck balenciaga
Over here we fuck with new balance
Im tryna be iced out in magic city
In a new palace
Don't forget
Some niggas out here signed but got no talent
Cut her off got back on my shit
Fuck my old habits

I ain't cloned I'm just outta body I got three eyes
He said he got Funds drugs and guns
He told three lies
My Pops told me all the key lines
He told me be wise
I'm starting to realize
I'm who these felines tryna be like
Nigga ain't I slide on you twice
Don't make it three times
On Instagram he bout the street life
But not in real life
Bitch I ain't you I'm gone do what it takes to live my dream life
Thick bitch like ice spicee
I'm tryna see what she like
Distrokid checks
Told my niggas we gone be ight
I canceled all my opps but they ain't Kanye they peons
I'm the type to set shop in yo hood
Ruin yo Econ
You the type to loose it over a bitch
Who getting peed on
I used to be her everything I'm what she used to lean on
I never ball hog I always put the team on
He said let me win with y'all
I told that nigga dream on
She said why you cut me off
Bitch I'm tryna detox
I ain't finna love her
I'm gone send yo bitch to Porn hub
Your bitch was in these streets with yo heart you need a Warm hug
She a hoe and I know for sure
She fucked with four plugs
He got rapper in his bio
But his hit song got him four subs
Small circle
Big family
Cut them off
I got no trust
THIS WORLD AINT FAIR
You gotta break the rules and take the short cuts
Cant fuck with you
You take advice from me
But you show no love
You gone starve when I eat
You a leach
You don't know non
They paint pictures in they head
And claim they know some
These hoes love the gang
You would think we hang with sosa
I know a nigga who pop percs
He also snort the coca
I know she someone's daughter
Im still teaching this bitch yoga
I got fans in florida cali minnesota
God gave you a chance
Bitch you failed it's over
If I sold my soul
Would they let me in villa rosa?
Baby I don't want you no more
I got a rich aroma