Lyrics:
right
Nigga, pass me a water 'cause
I really talk spice
('Cause I really talk spice)
MCM black belt on, feel like Jet Li (Jet Li)
Begging for the sauce?
ever loved anybody
Loved anything, loved anyone
Than you'll feel me.
[Chorus]
Your baby got a hole in it
I fill it up
She get turned on by all my
peninsula
Girl, I want to follow you (follow you)
Body sweet like olotu
Give you spice and rodo too
Na only you dey close to my heart
Ever since I set
your sisters by your side
There's nothing you can't survive
With the sugar, spice and everything nice
We got a little something
Extra
Holdin' us
break free
Yeah, the trouble with girls
Is nobody loves trouble as much as me
They're sugar and spice and angel wings
They're hell on wheels in
the news
A lil' girl got killed, while she was 'sleep in her room
And she ain't deserve to die, cause that's a kid dog
Them niggaz took the life, that she
how you rise after falling down
This is how you love
Love (step by step)
Love (step by step)
Love
Step eight
Girl meets a girl in a digital space
Bout
My first memory, my birthday on a party bus
Pops wasn't there but that wasn't obvious
In Mom's arms, in God we trust
Black Mama love, everything
Girls wanna have funds
I'm a baddie, I get what I want
Niggas talkin' out his face, he a munch
All ice, no spice, big blunts
I'm not a barbie, it's givin'
Intro
Fa- Fa-Fire !
Ah ah aha
Oooooooooo ahhhhhhh
Rawtican spice artistic champion say
Verse 1 [Sugarbana]
Any how you want my bae
Girl I’ll give
then repeat now
Move ya body to the beat now
Grind on it for me lil mama like you in heat now
Never hating on em girl cuz you natural
Outta this world
I’m all ‘bout ya
Untouchable, they can’t touch ya (Touch ya)
Girl you spice things up, there ain’t nothing just like ya
Unmatchable, like the Carolina
Victoria Kimani lelele
She carry Anamachi
Ifemu ibu Versace
Givenchy Roberto Cavalli
And the girls dem dey whine am le le le le le le le
And the girls dem
Girl come and spice up my life
Oh chargie
You're made from that different stuff
You dey make me dey zanku dey give leg work
And if we ever blackout cuz
around me (Ooo Baby)
And I love her confidence (yea yea yea)
The wind blows by with her scent
And I know that I can't get my mind off you
Girl this ain't
'Bout to be big shit poppin' by the time this shit is droppin'
Stoppin' not a option I'm addicted, it's a problem
This way of life, sex, drugs rock
as they walk by take time
To rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly down some papaya
Down with the revolution always wear my goggles 'cause there's
So much
the apple of my eye
You're cherrie pie
And oh, you're, you're cake and ice cream
Oh, you're sugar and spice
And everything nice
You're the girl of my, my, my,
Ooh, make me weep
You can make me cry
See me comin'
And you can pass me by
But honey, nothin',
Nothin' can ever change this love
I have for you
the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya,
told me
That you care
If by chance I owned the whole world
I'd give it to you
All I'm trying to say
Love you through and through
Girl, let's stay
i¡¯m trying to say
Love you through and through
Girl, let¡¯s stay together for life
¡®cause you are my sugar and spice
Should have
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
New York or any of your comrades in arms
I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Spice Girls (I got 5 on scary
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