Lyrics:
Making moves like a chess club (Cole)
Game winner, Flavid got the dub (Swish)
Lunchtime, yea i gotta grub (Smackable)
Grizzly bear on these little cubs
gone, yeah, that's the vision
Spice it up, I'm in the kitchen
Got the Ghost, but I write the writtens
Write it all out like a transcript
Demons out
underrated
Namin names
XHELLCOR see you all traitors
I ain't makin no pact with the devil
Everybody gone pussy
I'm the last remaining rebel
Game rigged
Went
(Can never girl)
Girl let me change up ya life (Ya life) girl let me add a little spice (Spice)
Swear I could make it all nice (All nice) swear I could
At this point in my life
I'm more dead than alive
I'm more God than a King
But they both the same thing
The plane land ask Richie Spice
Young nigga
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
Yea, Yea
I'm trying to get through these long days
Just to get right back into these late nights
I get very enticed by the moonlight
Like I wanna try
They Don't Want To Let It Go
By Dana Mozie
They don't wanna let it go
I don't know what to call it
I don't know what to call it
They don't wanna let
you so tired saying ima need to unwind
People signing their kids to the government
Saying goodbye to the game like I’m going into retirement
Government
of the tightest ballas that ever walked the streets of Vallel
And young ballers, I'm still here to tell
That's right, transferred game
[Chorus]
[Spice 1
BANG!
was my friend to the end
Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend
I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice
the newer to the new not the old spice
your time
Be the cake for your ice
You be the spice wey dey spice up
My life and the cord for my spines
She be be the one
Koso ma dirun
I dey for you my
want, Imma buy those
Icy icy watch, I like those
Cannot have you over I don't like hoes
I don't like beef, like the spice though
Playing the game, I
You say you want things right
Well I'm trying
Why don't you go and find
Something natural
I've seen the spice of life
And I've been falling for you
I say
I surrender, dear.
Little mean things we were doing
Must have been part of the game,
Lending a spice to the wooing,
But I don't care
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