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humpin' 
Always tryna hide the way I feel
But my mind is made up so I'm coming back to you
Girl your love is a medicine, Face is a site seeing
I could get

my time be right
Let my spice unfold
Let my dreams breathe life
All the stories untold
May your road be rough
May warmth turn cold
Make you see real

and there ain't nobody that I'm working for on god
No bs bc I said no backstabbing bull crap till I'm dead
I splash on the mix like a three peat running up

Speaker, microfoni, na mchuzi mix
I am the source, adding spice to this

Can I get a refund, you weren’t worth my time
Got my receipts, now that my price

When I look up to the heavens 
Then I'm blinded by the stars 
That's the power of God 
Observing your beautiful creations 
In admiration

Slurp it up
Feed ya face
Mask No face no case
I Love a lil role play
I can spice it up
Call me da black Ms.Munroe
And you can Be Sinatra
Sing to me a bit

i pick you up this afternoon
We can have sex by the pool
The only one I want is you
The spice that i want in my life
Maybe one day she'll be my wife

to get to this point
All my thoughts are here, everything that I ever wanted to say
I never thought I would
When you put your life into the music, you hope

Grateful
Grateful co
Pull de trigga boom
Cha dread
Every good girl needs a rude boy in she life
It's a fact of life that sweet does mix with spice

except being rich
Everything else pass by we forget it

How do I be more timeless than money and diamonds
They used to wear purple robes cuz it was hard

Baby girl your nice 
I can tell by the cheeky look in your eyes 
Bye bye, to the old life
Where things were grey and monochrome and raining all night
All

Spice shit up from the motherfuckin' day-to-day
Cuz it's wake up, go to school, come back
Then do the shit again til it's work and your hair is gray

with the weed like kelp

Still got stacks in a bag no bells
GG print want to see some wealth
LV pattern will pattern up girls I'm still in the game

Success to me is the best of we 
By example lead limits trampling 
Life indeed like a trampoline 
Nothing has to be and I laugh at the thought of mastery

Pop Music

M

Dance into the 90's

get down 
New Kids, Puffy, Spice Girls, Ricky 
Everybody talk about 
(C'mon) 
Pop music 

Talk about, talk about 
What? 
Pop music 
Talk about, talk

Attack on the Stars

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm

just like Professor Utonium
I stir the pot up
By adding that sugar and spice
Some chemical X
That I throw on the side
Side eye
You know that strong

all of the spice, yeah girl I start with D
Take a couple notes from my life, yeah that's the recipe

hadn't died
And conquered all the fear
Joe and girls
Stayed close by in town
Had their own struggles
But they're made it work out
Pete and Liz
Really get

sent me a script aye
Kill it once then I'll kill it twice get the sugar spice
Then mix the nice going ill like Vanilla Ice
Your phones dry like its mixed

one night girl I need you for life
You look so fresh girl
You look so good
You look so fresh girl
You look so good
You look so fresh
And yo lips so good

sure them other girls were nice enough
But you need someone to spice it up
So who you gonna call? Cardi, Cardi
Come and rev it up like Harley, Harley

So

I Got Ta

Masta Ace

Take a Look Around

1990

on the floor with a fly step
(I got ta) Come on strong like a bicep
(I got ta) Ball up my fist, that's the power sign
And MC's clean up your act cause it's

London Tales..
Brazilian girl oh my dear
I see you notice as they stare
Your curves make you insecure
But fit the clothes that you wear
I'm like