Sean Paul - Wickedest Style (ft. Iggy Azalea)

Oh na na (yo, yo)
Oh yeah (just can't get enough)
Just can't get enough
Baby girl! Yo, yo

Just can't get enough
Just can't get enough

Baby girl, just give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Pop it and lock it, make dem see you profile
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Drop to the floor and drive the man dem wild
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Hot 'pon the road, you know you're well versatile
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Make the man dem spend it, the money pile up

Step inna the place, boom tune 'pon repeater
Poppin' in 2, does 'em buckle up me feet
Hennessey can't deplete, boom thing inna the tea cup
When me and the clique touch the street well neat up
Man a say fi link up, fi the drink up, high grade done stink up
Tell dem my friend that bring come and sip 'pon the big cup
Selector boss the dance and the block dem a raise up
Give me the microphone, now let me sing something, girl

You should know
Loving the way you're doing it
I feel it now, you're feelin' it up
Drop it low
Show me what you're workin' with
Cah you should be revealing it up
Take it slow
Girl, your body perfect
Me alone should be feeling it up
Head to toe
Give me the thing girl
'Cause I just can't get enough

Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Pop it and lock it, make dem see you profile
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Drop to the floor and drive the man dem wild
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Hot 'pon the road, you know you're well versatile
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Make the man dem spend it, the money pile up

Rude boy what you want 'cause you push 'pon me waist
I know you falling in love from that look 'pon yo face
If I leave it there for you could you pick it up, pick it up
Got a hell of an appetite, let me know if you big enough
I'm talking high life, such a high price but we pay
Do this all night, everything be alright, that's what we say
So original, super wicked style, we get wild
If it's right how we does it now, how you like me now?
Money talks, if you without it then don't mention my name
Ain't no competition within me and they make the same
Need a Benz or a better just to get in my line
Flyin' private, we get at it till they see me on the plane
Talkin' fly right till we turn night into day
We could take time and never waste time 'cause I don't play
So original, super wicked style, super wicked
I can give it to you but tell me what you gon' do, well tell me

You should know
Loving the way you're doing it
I feel it now, you're feelin' it up
Drop it low
Show me what you're workin' with
Cah you should be revealing it up
Take it slow
Girl, your body perfect
Me alone should be feeling it up
Head to toe
Give me the thing girl
'Cause I just can't get enough

Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Pop it and lock it, make dem see you profile
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Drop to the floor and drive the man dem wild
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Hot 'pon the road, you know you're well versatile
Give 'em the wickedest style
Give 'em the wickedest style
Make the man dem spend it, the money pile up

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