Wicked Love 3 (Kyle Kuzma)

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Tuesday, February 2nd, 2021

Ariana 💕

Back in the studio for another song. And I'll be right back here after the 2021 NBA All-Star Weekend.

I find myself standing in the booth with the headphones, listening to the beat at the beginning of the song. I then put on my game face and start feeling the lyrics.

Body cold (frosty)
And I'm so (bossy)
Ain't I so (saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)
Life of the party
Always get it started
Ain't I so (bossy)
Ain't I so?

I'm independent got my own boo
And I can fuck some cash up if I want to
Fuck it up, body cold (frosty)
And I'm so (bossy)
Ain't I so (saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)

December cold, walk by feel the draft
Lil booty's matter, don't need a lot of ass
I'm my own boss and I got my own cash
I don't need no nigga, only thing I needs a bag

Hood and I'm bougie
Gucci on my booty
Poppin like a toolie
You ain't poppin', need to cool it
Just cash up with my jeweler
Why you stuck here looking stupid
Winnin while they losin'
Get your nigga cause he choosin

Jack, Keith and Orlando nodded their head to the lyrics, smiling and dancing along. I smiled at them as I got to the next part.

Diamonds on me and they dancing just like Chris
Pockets heavy got me walking with a limp
I'm a fly chick, hop up on and take a trip
These Jimmy Choos that's on my feet they cost a grip

Body cold (frosty)
And I'm so (bossy)
Ain't I so (saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)
Life of the party
Always get it started
Ain't I so (bossy)
Ain't I so?

I'm independent got my own boo
And I can fuck some cash up if I want to
Fuck it up, body cold (frosty)
And I'm so (bossy)
Ain't I so (saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)

December cold, walk by feel the draft
Lil booty's matter, don't need a lot of ass
I'm my own boss and I got my own cash
I don't need no nigga, only thing I needs a bag

Hood and I'm bougie
Gucci on my booty
Poppin like a toolie
You ain't poppin', need to cool it
Just cash up with my jeweler
Why you stuck here looking stupid
Winnin while they losin'
Get your nigga cause he choosin

Imma game changer, Imma play maker
You a lame major, world class hater
I got mad paper, you in bad shape
Account with negatives, overdraft paper
If you ain't got no car then you can't come
Ain't talking about no check that's where you lost
You fuck with busted bitches, I ain't sorry
If I ain't in that bitch it ain't a party

Body cold (frosty)
And I'm so (bossy)
Ain't I so (saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)
Life of the party
Always get it started
Ain't I so (bossy)
Ain't I so?

I'm independent got my own boo
And I can fuck some cash up if I want to
Fuck it up, body cold (frosty)
And I'm so (bossy)
Ain't I so (saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)

We danced along to the end of the song as it went out. Keith pressed the button to speak.

"Yo, that shit was dope." He spoke.