Lyrics:
What kinda girl do you like
One that would blow your mind
With less sugar and more spice
A perfect mix of naughty and nice
Oh don't be afraid boy
stop baby take it higher!
Gas me up like lighter!
Girl drown me with your Water Water (Oh)
Bae you a hot spice
Flavour like woah you’re a hot spice
You
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
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Make me want to holler, throw up off my hands
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
Make me want to holler, wadin' through my life
(It's
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
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
ama upon this one the girl demma know say this life na turn by turn
So my nigga never try to rush
Wake up everyday pray for grace to the most high God
maine ama upon this one
The girl demma know say this life na turn by turn
So my nigga never try to rush
Wake up everyday pray for grace to the most high
I got vices
I'm tryna figure out my crisis
I got all my herbs and spices
Don't ask me bout where my life is
Just know that these words is priceless
her
She a keeper
I be sipping
On this lean by the liter
Beat on the box
It got took to the E.R
Flash on your block
Make it dance
Like a seizure
I got
wack, can't see that? Get a refill on yo' contacts
Bustin' outta the lid of your closed casket
Murk your style, send it off to the morgue and toe tag it
No matter what people say
Dem girl dey gone come way
I know that you feel my wave
Dem girl dey gone feel my feel my
No lie, no lie
Hot spice by my
It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me
Bad girl you’re my flava
Way you spice up my life you’re my flava (flava)
For you I go labour
Make I be your Nelson Mandela
Bad girl you’re my
I'm drunk better talk to me nice
Glizzy on my body moving spice
Who am I fucking on tonight
Who am I fucking on tonight
Yea
Yea
Girl your so persuasive
you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that
you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that
for real
Over there's legal, Rodeo with steels (Boom)
If you know me, then you know its go Lakers
Your girl she available like shes my status
He said
your self
The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
Your friends and family, up and down like hoes give head
To dicks oh,
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
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
What we doing?
Okay, yeah, ay
Don't be asking me where the moves be
Or where the hoes be or where your *** was at
Last time I seen your girl, she was
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
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