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Since we talking money let's spice it up
Everything brand new when I pull up
Back to back Rover trucks
Cost a couple bucks
I been getting money
Ain't

They can't top you at all, If had 3 wishes
I'd call up the mayor and ask for three bad bitches

Sugar and spice, always ready to fight
Who the baddest

Your cinnamon, sugar, spice is melting down my mind
And now I'm seeing stars, oh my my I might
Oh I think I'll take a bite, irresistible by design

the seams
Fajita tacos with the rice and beans, grew up jammin' SPM and Richie Valens
Age nine, I realized you could be the Mexican with some lil' talent

To Drive-Thru's imprint
Rushmore

And I'd go to the shows
And I'd study
Richie's drumming
And he was so dope

And I'd watch their
Making of the album
Videos
When

and spice
Say the word, I'll take the ride, I'm fallin' fast
But if I died, it's worth the life, my sweet and spice
I could try, put in the time, from nine

everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself

Of the most expensive champagne
Post where Malibu Coast is (Talk to 'em)
Grab you by the waist, I'm pullin' you closer
Fuck on you good, the way I'm supposed

Fucked in the Game

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

comes to clockin' every nickel
You want static with the Fac, bring that ass on
Tec-9 to the dome, nigga, live in traum'
I gotta get on the muthafuckin

working nine to five
I got my n**** by my side
Why you holding on that nine
Why you lurking what's inside
I see the pain all in your eyes
You be working

and I ask for more
You're on display when I take a break
You're my cup of tea
You're my cup of tea
Spices and citrus
Smell like ginger hot and sweet

locksmith
Raised in the jungle, you would think I'm adopted
By some gorillas, monkeys or chimpanzees
Bare tings ah gwan as I creep through the backstreets

are one hundred ways to love a cat
One hundred loving ways
Way nine: put them in your lap
One hundred loving ways
There are one hundred ways to love

It's sumn that I want
Don't give a fuck bout the tag
9 outta 10 I got a bitch shakin ass
Never wasting time
Cuz I'm chasing this cash
Always play

Yeah, yeah, run run run
Look at their faces, time is up
Deadly flows, 9-1-1
Bars on fire, Midas touch
Yeah I'm feastin', leave no crumbs
Claimin' it

on your feet out of 9 lives you got 3 
And you still trucking with me Why you still fucking with me 

Talk to a nigga can you make that call right back 
I

Reddi Wip

Chris Brown

Heartbreak on a Full Moon

2017

the kinda body, make a papi want some more
Alright, dim the lights, let me hit you with that spice
I ain't playin' with you, want you to know

Girl, you

To get Rich no be by muscle 
So now we coming from the Trenches 
All thanks to God and momma Preaches 
Now we living life of the Richie’s Let me host your

'm dodging all them punchlines
Taking long to write mistakes
Don't even gotta rush mine

See my, pots heavy
I got spices you ain't never seen
My planted seeds

twice
I know that she sweeter than Sugar and baby girl got all the damn spice
Put her in spotlight

Not slipping on thin ice
Me and my baby we cruising

I killed my wrist it's on ice
Look at me sporty like spice 
What you been naughty or nice
Looks like my present's alright

Alright, alright, alright

guess thats how life go
I was to blinded by that pussy wasn't focus on my life goals
I promise to myself this wont happen again wont be no cycle
Every

Oh yeah ugh 
Wait till them numbers is up 
They wasn’t fucking wit Richie 
Now they yelling pulling up 
No limit like master p You kno I got the hook

Not Tonight [Ladies Night Remix]

Da Brat

Not Tonight [#2]

1997

on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,