Letra de ' Wickedest Style (feat. Sean Paul) ' de Iggy Azalea

Oh-na-na
Yo-yo
Oh, yeah
Just can't get enough
Budu-bang-bang-bang-bang
No, I just can't get enough
Baby girl (yo-yo)

Baby girl, just gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style
Pop it and lock it, and mek dem see yuh profile (oh-na-na)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style
Drop to the floor and drive di man dem wild (woah now)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (woah now)
Hot pon di road, yuh know yuh well versatile (oh-na-na)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style
Mek di man dem spend di money coil (oh-na)

Steppin' in di place boom, tune pon repeat
Poppin' an two dozen bokkle a mi feet
Hennessey cyaan deplete, boom, ting inna di teacup
When mi an di clique touch di street, well neat up
Man a suh wi link up, fi di drink up
High grade, dun stink up
Tell all mi fren dem bring, come, waan sip pon di pink cup?
Selectah buss di dance an di blank dem a rinse up (bang-bang-bang-bang)
Gi mi di microphone, now let me sing sum'n, girl

You should know
Lovin' the way you doin' it
I'm feelin', I be feelin' it up
Drop it low
Show me what you’re workin' with, cah you should be revealin' it up
Take it slow
Girl yuh body perfect, me alone should be dealin' it up
Head to toe
Gimme di ting girl 'cause I just can’t get enough

Baby girl, just gi dem the wickedest style (yeah)
Gi dem the wickedest style (oh no)
Pop it and lock it, and mek dem see yuh profile (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (yeah, yeah)
Drop to the floor and drive di man dem wild (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (yeah)
Hot pon di road, yuh know yuh well versatile (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (yea, yeah)
Mek di man dem spend di money coil (yeah)

Rude bwoy wat a gwaan? Could you push pon me waist?
I know you fallin' in love from that look pon yuh 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, I'm wet as the nile, how you like me now?
Money talks, if you without it, then don't mention my name
Ain’t no competition within me, and that make the same
Need a Benz or a bent' just to get in my lane
Flyin' private, we get irie till they signal the plane
Talkin' fly right till we turn night into day
We could take time, but 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 wit' it tell me

You should know
Lovin' the way you doin' it
I'm feelin', I be feelin' it up
Drop it low
Show me what you’re workin' with, cah you should be revealin' it up
Take it slow
Girl yuh body perfect, me alone should be dealin' it up
Head to toe
Gimme di ting girl 'cause I just can’t get enough

Baby girl, just gi dem the wickedest style (yeah)
Gi dem the wickedest style (oh no)
Pop it and lock it, and mek dem see yuh profile (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (yeah, yeah)
Drop to the floor and drive di man dem wild (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (yeah)
Hot pon di road, yuh know yuh well versatile (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Gi dem the wickedest style
Gi dem the wickedest style (yea, yeah)
Mek di man dem spend di money coil (yeah)