Lyrics:
EL Natrous
Biggy man spice
Am generous
Burst ina your way
With my whole life
All of these girls
With dem bum short
Doing everything
Still dey further
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
care, I'm in love with the island
Rockin' Dior 'cause it goes with my diamonds
Got a pink gown Custom by Alaia
I'll be on stage when the stadium light
to sho je ka soro
Traumatize me with your bum bum
Scatter my brain with your koro
Koro
On God
Ma freaky freaky je ka soro
Omo toh dun be ti ice spice
My
K I S S I N G
Naughty and nice, my list checked twice
Girl you're all that sugar and spice
No lumps of coal, no rush to go
Taking our time and we’re
just need to get high
Baby don't kill the vibe
I'm a be by your side
And if you want me all night
Girl I'm a show you my style
But you go promise me say
Don’t worry ma, it’s just a bloodshot honey drop
We dream we eat our young and awake to eat our own
The cold water and ice, there was spice in
tree (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah,
see that girl dancing to my song in the moonlight
She looks sweet like sugar mixed with a little spice
Yeah, Forecast calling for a hell of a Friday
somethin', can't choose which gun
Don't do no cuffin', go when night come
No, you can't be my girl, bitch, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
Never gave a fuck
Generally made fun of by other ethnic
Groups now I happen to feel
That the Irish people in this country
Have gotten a "bum rap
" to use a common expression
you Lover Boy
I had this one friend, lets call him Lover Boy
Had a heart beat louder than a drummer boy
Addicted to girls who had other boys
Lined up
responsive)
We done kidnapped your girl on the low
And she been goin' bonkers (she goin' brazy)
I had apartments filled up with the work
You can go ask
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
For di girl dem de
Who make money in the night and day
Don girl en ma girl em
Game over
Bossi Lady
(Okola maja go bulijjo so you never beg for ma
my baby and you my spice
Wrong or right
I'm by your side
Your left or your right
Take her to space
Believe all the hype
Numb to the pain
But you'll be
we fucked
Never ever catch me on some bum shit
Hell yea I got all these girls
But my main objective get dough
100 erry' time I'm out, yea homie ask
like magic all together
All together by six
Mr Eazi:
She say she got a partner
Me I got one
But me wan' tap
What a conundrum
Never seen a girl wey
What's playin' at The Roxy?
I'll tell ya what's playin' at The Roxy.
A picture about a Minnesota man
So in love with a Mississippi girl
That he
Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse
(and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).
With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.
(Peep
Girl you got that Thing I Like
Why just won’t you Swing on By
And I get Bread
What you want that Wheat or Rye?
My Libido Right
Ima take my Sweet
chocolate by our bed. strike it seven times just like counting the colors on rainbow. start with the red blooded girl, your pink toes make me feel painless.
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
feel it bum bum bum bum bum
You wanted love that's all I was givin you
It ain't about all the kisses and hugs
Baby girl I'm a thug I came from the mud
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