Lyrics:
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,
That sun stops shining
Because your light outshines it
Yo, Yovanna
Do you, do you
Wanna stop shaking
Because you
Dominican girls
Make the earth start
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
(That's why you make say)
I can't stop feelin' this way that I do girl, about you
Come rain or shine, I hope you love me, the way I love you
Sunlight can
on
We got spice girls
Rippin' in the rental whip
Feel the whole world
Drive it back to the old ass bucket
With the creak in the wheel
But you ain't talk
The ones that was hatin'
They turn to a fan
Brand new bae
She came from Japan
She really outside
Brudda came in with the 5
We got that boy by surprise
She
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s
PlayStation with that DVD
Smoked out tent no need
or fall
I've been around the world, 'round the world
And I wanted to see, see it all
I've been the only girl, 'round the world
All surrounded by
or fall
I've been around the World - round the world
And I wanted to see - see it all
I've been the only girl - round the world
All surrounded by
a fool
I'm sick of the game
I won't play by your rules
I fell for your sight
'Cause you bright like a Jewel
But I need it to stop
You treat me like a tool
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
is her mom?
Why did she stop singing?
Eyes made from glass
Staring like a toy rabbit
Powder, spices, grass
She knows she loves it
Big black circles
the table
First to see if she was joking
No joke
There was no flicker
Just a girl who wanted more
Than meat and potatoes
She may stop at whips
chiming
I gotta stop being nice
I'm in the league with Ice Spice
I be cooking up rice
My booty got mass it entice
Take your chances rolling the dice
I'm
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,
cuz the place so nice
2ND VERSE
3 o clock in the morning muh girl up and say that she going by the neighbor
When ah ask she what time that she coming
Spice Girl emcees Wannabe
But they can't, ain't no points for effort, so why bother?
Cause your girl calls my name out like Clarence Carter
Clarence
assistant
Only stop by when you hurt
Drama come in bird
I don't split in half
I don't split in thirds
Imma need the whole damn
Mother fucking
Purse
Online
swear the shits is laced
Nigga you being replaced by a nigga with faith
And he can wine
Bring ya girl and let me bend up she spine
Moving in time
I bet
back
Mama said they'll talk behind your back
Listen when I'm giving you advice
Put poison in when serving pumpkin spice
I was made in his image that
twerkin
like she ice spice walk up in the mall, and I just by it do not check the price,
One of the hardest at my school
Many bullets wet him up, think he
oh
You can give me kisses on the rooftop
Watchin' DVDs with the boom box
Take you to my crib and watch The Boondocks
Girl, you get me nervous like
back-shots on this BBC
She put her central right on my D and
She be screaming by the count of
That's how many girls dun moan my name
But the same girls used
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