Lyrics:
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come
you see the cops come back and retrieve it babe
'Cause that's all I know
'Cause that's how we roll
From the gut straight to your front door
'Cause
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
shines on your Kentucky girl
I swear, I love you by the moon above you
How bright is it shinin' in your world?
Some morning when you wake up all alone
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
shines on your Kentucky girl
I swear, I love you by the moon above you
How bright is it shinin' in your world?
Some morning when you wake up all alone
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home
I should've
I think they real nice (nice, nice, nice)
Y'all got tons of sauce (ay)
But y'all ain't got no spice
I got the spice
Spice, spice, spice, spice
We got
Ounce by ounce, putting in together
Small amounts, adding up to make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from
and dark brown roots.
Lord, pinch me
That's how they do it in Dixie
Yeah, yeah now.
Y'all, that's how we do it in Dixie.
Whoo I love them girls man.
In
the noise
Yeah we talk about the girls, girls, girls
And we talk, talk, talk all night
Sure we're all romeos and casanovas
But we can't seem to get it
Ounce by ounce, putting in together
Small amounts, adding up to make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from
You belong with me
Standin' by and waitin' at your back door
All this time, how could you not know, baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
You
Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it
Often, often, girl, I do this often
Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it
Often
Infatuated by
make it
But I need the girl to stay
Oh, don't you let the lady take it all away
When the woman needs a taste of yesterday
But you stay at home
more, a little more
I know I could learn if you showed me how
I'd put on the apron, start right now
I'd measure the spices, do all the prep
Just
Never been kissed by a girl like you
All I wanna, I wanna do
Love me baby, love me true, ooh
Everything I want, I had to have
And with madness,
Who is he, Mr. Rand McNally?
I had I dream that mystery was me. Now who else could I be?
I dreamed I went to England and met the spice girls
you're no damn good for me
Dangerous
The girl is so dangerous
I have to pray to god
'Cause I know how
Lust can blind
It's a passion in my soul
But
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home
I should've
washing other people's stairs
How she do it, how she do it, how she do it, oh
I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl
Someone grab that
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
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