Lyrics:
you to come by
Baby you a hot spice
Hey pretty lady
Nice shape like Mercedes
They call me the back contrler
Bad gyal don’t play me
Lets link up
Daddy's wine
A whole lotta game
A lotta take your time
Mix it all together
That's how you get a
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss
tellin' me not to do it
Imitated by a bitch, better at the dream that you're pursuin
They know I'm at the top, but never give me my creds
You know they
Deep in the Eastside
Scrapping and getting into fights
Me and my siblings was raised by my mama
But look how we turned out alright
Momma had told me
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
the fix
I'ma whip it in da mix, i'ma keep you with the shhhh
Oooooh mama - there go that man again
Look what i dun done - chart top #1
True definition how
Africana oh yeah
Ain't got no mama no fair
Thank god my grandma with me
She is my African Queen
I love to dance and feel free
Girl come and kick it with me
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from the Seven Seas, and I
me what you got for me
Brandy is fine, and finer than wine
Mama's tequila she come with the spice
Can mix her, or keep her on marble or ice
All
First kiss from a black girl at carver's valentine lock in
Black or white it doesn't matter
God loves you the same racism fallin
Flavored with spice
No we
girl, go big girl go
Go big girl, go big girl go
Go big girl, go big girl go
Like you on that dance floor by yourself
Go big girl do you
It's a big girl
na Conji
He dey My Body
Be my Inspiration
When I dey Sing Song
So fun Mama Mi pe
Moti Rin nkan
Eh Woso Agbada
Sori flip Flop
Girl I go die for you
thanksgiving
Girl you know I'm thankful for you
If you're feeling alone
Sitting at home
Gotta get off your phone and
Come over
Keeping it warm
Sit by the fire
girls
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
Think she's hot, but she's cold as ice
First comes love, then comes marriage
Then comes her mama with another
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
to level up yea she leveled her swag up
Her ex dude was garbage had to bag that trash up
Haha
Girl what’s in yo DNA?
I thank Yo mama and yo daddy for what
the land u a passenger
Stay in the spot you think royals belong at
Stay pretty stay vibey
Throw some spice in the mix a nigga stay
Cooking
She a feen wanna
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I'm
Don't get caught up in the
Wait wait wait wait
Don't get caught up in the
Wait wait wait wait
Don't get caught up in the mix
Crossfire
Money
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
the Globe
Little by little is the finest meal
It's half the type for hope
Come and see
You mix it all together in your dreams
Ingredients from
Stop cookin'
Stop cookin' it's smokin' in here
Who's got that hot hot hot hot hot hot buffalo sauce
We need spice in this mug right now
Noah can't
mama, heard you party at the hoedown
Why you standin up? I'm just tryna see you drop down
Really juicy juicy so you gotta keep it movin'
Girl just put
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