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a must Make I get that money oh lord it's a must Cause making is a must Verse 2 I believe my chef is in the kitchen And he's cooking spicing my meal
the narcs, fuck a bounty yeah When I dress, it's like art. Clean like downy, yeah I'm spicing shit up like wasabi, yeah She can't come to my crib, hotel lobby
to fucking scream All these years I couldn’t see the light Now I gotta fucking beam Thank you plug for the lala Spicing up my life like masala Don’t need
love Bite me Trace my mouth excite me Fill my mind with cinnamon Spicing up my life I know you like to tease And maybe some nights you’re feeling mean
Chii Ain't nobody do it like I do Original taste, way back '92 Talking backstabbers? And I know one or two Hours in the kitchen and spicing the stew
This name should really scare you to Probably quicken your pace Dumb ears to all of that shit Straight ahead no turning back Sadly, you're spicing this
Oh Madone I be tripping in this plane that I'm on Spicing up my night life with some sips of Patron I'm so fucked up in this presence I roam Al
on fleek ah ye How you spicing it up still you stay so sweet darling Ay ye (My baby, baby, baby) Darling Ay ye (So sweet, so sweet, so sweet) Darling Ah ye
Pass me a lighter I make this shit lit Popping a xanax we spicing up shit (Yeah) We spicing up shit, leaving no evidence we gotta burn this shit up
don't know what I'm cooking It's been all day that i been in the kitchen Spicing shit you can tell by looking Pardon me if i sound so bossy, yeah It took
I've never been nice, and I just be laying it down, I don't write They saying this shit ain't precise Like I ain't been spicing it up with some rice Like
and I ain't never met a piece of p**** I ain't liking Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice and, you can do anything with these hoes Except housewife
Nothing like the hyping Because of the way you wining I can see that you liking Because you boring life could take some spicing Down low cold hard is
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger spicing my hand I been spreading disease all across
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger spicing my hand I been spreading disease all across
nice, and I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice and, you can do anything with these hoes Except
at ya No R-I-P Not forgetting the days When we were all wannabes Spicing it up through and through Through and through to the limit They all try
(damn) better call on God, better call your fam, better call your people or you're toast like PAC. Spicing what it's worth while I fed the fans
blessed (Yeah) Spicing up the game like cayenne No escape route, ain’t no safe plan Bitch I hold the gold like a night stand Told you I had options, I’m
got these pussy niggas on a leash Blackss give me the pride I do it off the top I’m spicing up the beat I ran them numbers up my stats a quarter million
god he come back And he bout to attack AHH I'm slicing N dicin Put 4 arms for pricing I'll carry you to them Goat heads they be spicing But all
thing that gives you feels Spicing it up And we just giving it a sprinkle Just marinade a little Sauté and let it sizzle This sauce right here Is
I'm just trynna vibe LSD confetti blunts We just getting high dropping Lucy ditching bombs Cubanos dominicanos spicing up my blunt Gassing on petrol
Innocence You Finna Catch A Body Hit Her In The Lobby Little Loser Do You Copy Strawberry Flow That Be Tasting Like Wasabi Spicing Up Intelligence We Need
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