Lyrics:
ricochet, bounce it off of me me, ay
With that tip top, ain't no need to leave just yet
Pull up, when you see me
Yeah, you know I got the spices
Hottest in
whenever whatever
More spice in my chai ima double the measure
I swear when I mad it changing the weather
My VV's so wet I need an umbrella
These wannabe
A little bad with the good girl flow
Come and meet me at rodeo
Add a little sex,"sex" add a little spice "spice"
Good boys only get it when willing
at
Thought she like girls
But where the fuck yo clothes at
Know she play with toys
Had to ask her where the rose at
Always knew you was a freak bitch
I ain't
jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherfucker whooped
(I really like to use cash)
Yea aye yea aye yo aye yea
Brown girl just like brandy brown brown brown girl just like brandy aye
Mode juice with that
a prize
She a pie and everybody gets a slice
Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
And they ain't even know it was us
Surprised by the time they realize you
Was
Spanish but the taco spice
Hats off had to hit it trice
Don snow with the quick revive
Life don't wait
Gotta live it right, fuck compromise
Gotta roll
Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl
I offer big love with no apology
How can I deny the world the most of me
I am not afraid to throw my weight
These niggas can't get like me
She say she like me in my white tee
She really feeling me
And now the girl she want to wife me
Oh wait I meant she
Spice Girls, Darkchild, Let's Dance
Oooh
We could have had it all
But you turned your back
We started with dreams
We started a team
But you
can't let this party start without you
Are you ready
For some sugar and some spice?
Drippin' diamonds on the ice
If you've never touched the sky, then
Fair with her first-born on Bethlehem Down.
Bethlehem Down is full of the starlight
Winds for the spices, and stars for the gold,
Mary for sleep,
Wide eyes, with her California roll,
No one knows how to act, because they caught up in the show,
Hot spice, it makes you stop mid-scroll,
I won't
twice
She a real Spice Girl, I ain't tryna be nice
This is a showdown, you can bring the thotties turn it into a hoedown
I think I caught too many bodies
high
Feelin on you like a vibe
You used to by shy
Now I got you singing to the sky
Love it I make you fly
Girl you got some jokes
And I Swear you never
Jollof rice
Girl you stole my heart, you took my love away with you
Odole ewe my bebe eh!
Girl you pon my mind, I no fit lie I feel temptation
sweet as ice tea, sugar in a jar
You ain’t ready for a girl like me, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Born south of the Mason Dixon
Sugar and spice so sweet, make them
in a cooking pot
You have the Spice Girls
Ba, ba, blah
I want that Indian bit to come again, where is it?
Ahh, we are the chosen ones
It didn't
Yeah
Ey
Yeah
Southside The Season (Yeah)
Season, Season
The way the spices hit a niqqa
(Yeah)
I swear these niqqas ain't breathing (Yeah)
(Yeah)
You
I just made some money I might blow it with your best friend
No I didn't answer but I hope you got the message
You can leave me alone,
You can leave
slow
Girl, show me emotion with the lights down low
Worked too hard just to let it go, yeah, yeah
This time I got to let you know
That, it's no
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Then I'll rub your butt with my mayo ketchup lotion
God damn girl, you raise my BP
Taste so good on everything like Tony Chachere's
Is supper ready yet
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