Lyrics:
Yeah
Spice muthafuckin' One
Coolin' in Cali
Kickin' that gangsta shit
You get with it?
Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
me some shit
About this world
About these girls
And how I dog, my bitch!
My next album was bootleg
Ain even come to the stores
Cause a nigga stole it
to me and my history that this was my first radio hit as an American girl who grew up watching American Christmas movies. My father loved a Christmas
coupe
Wanna feature yeah you gotta pay for spice
If I fuck with you I don't overprice
Spending for these beats that's a sacrifice
Droppin all these albums
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
you be my angel, angel
Okay, how low can you go? A half million records sold
Soon as all the cash hit the floor
(?)and I'm bout to blow
Rock your
nahmen den Sohn seiner Mutter weg
Das ist ein guter Text
Richte die Maske
Betäub mich und shoote Hits
Schwiegermutters Albtraum
Denn ich seh uns wie ne
album just to show you I’m alive
Who that on my lawn? I got my nose up in blinds
My new girl look like a Spice
I’m with the shits you best be nice
Want
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Drake shit
I'm bout to go and hit a bitch quick
I'm feeling like a real nigga now
Super Saiyan as I smoke this shit by the pounds
Tell me what you wanna
pulling up I got that long range
Ima put ice on her like some rain you know ima hit a stain
Girl giving me brain so crispy I’m never plain
Like Mark Henry
Cassidy
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Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
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Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
just like a peach knee high
Backed by a bag of funjuns
And course I'ts going to smell like onions
Butt more so like pork and beans
Girl I don't know what
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
Cause I could taste blood in my mouth, I wanted to kill some motherfuckers
Got broken up by the bouncers, got banned from that joint
My girl was mad
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
Have you ever went over a girl's house to fuck
But the pussy just ain't no
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
hit and just drive off
But that?s not happening
So I?ma lay my ass down, watching girl?s gone wild penis in my hand
Hardest times and I don?t wanna sell
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
the sheets
All those years they let you cry now you're right here by my side
Got the key to your heart I'll put away the key
Imma give you my all girl not just
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
but can run it like me
I spice things up, you're a plain white tee nigga
Bottle popped for the 10k by the time it popped I'm at 100k
I told my niggas
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