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That's right
At burnhouse I'm low key
Low key
Hiding in plain sight
Yup
This lil bitch look bad
She bad
Caught me by surprise
Wow
My eyes get real big
Huh

Yeah we from,
300 miles south of Houston
Head up in the clouds man, my girl call me a nuisance
Potara baby, fusion
Shit, I talk it fluent
We all up

frequencies
Modulating in to me

My face so based my pace is grace
Just copped an estate my conscious grateful
Fast fashion by the case full
fuck luxxy I'm

a pop star
But it’s not nice
If I’m a Spice Girl
Then I’m Westlife

I don’t doubt myself when I get in my head, when I get in my head, when I get in my

what I'm going through

Friends turn to foes 
 Good girls turn to hoe's
Been betrayed by my bros
 Right under my nose
Now I'm always on my toes
 Wanna be

Okay, let's try this again
You're my cherry on top, you're my punky spice
You're my warm day, the last day of July
We got one night, love is what we

and my dawgs need bread, I'm a chop cheese

Sizz got that spice talk, man, that nigga spittin' heat
I'm spazzin' when I'm on this bitch, she gaggin' when

and pay my bond
And send this momma, Call you out the house, I'll take some
Girl ain't new with the move, Got braces on
Said to kill em, It's stacking up

Yeah, say baby what it do
Throw it back shit I like that view
Ice Spice she all in her mood
Chasing blue's still finding that clue
Ballin' easy we just

bad
(She bad)
Caught me by surprise
(Wow)
My eyes get real big
(Huh)
When she cross her thighs
(Yeah)
Please don't start no fighting
My squad on Mike

can't think of any other
Beautiful, butterfly color
This girl very best
Her face, uncomparable

Puts me in, fuck mood
A reason for my smile
She super,

Bitch never be killing and can't use a gun
His mom and his dad they got dropped in the slum
He's dropping devices, im selling the spices
Gets chased by

I ain't stoopin' to these niggas level cause I'm elevated
How the fuck could you give me advice if you ain't never made it
I be spice talking to my

weed, in that tree it'd be nice
And she rolling up that spice girl
Victoria or Mel B
Nothing you could tell me
Pockets looking healthy
Australia Melbourne

Spice in my joint so much grabba how I love my weed
Ian never ever meet a bitch that I thought I need
Horses in the renty engine roarin cause I love

a bracelet 
You knew we would fuck girl I can tell just by the taste of it
Poly off the molly but remember every place I hit 
How she cum for me but I can

Intro
Yo DT
Spice it up, man
Fake Friends

Verse 1 
Hate the way you never even call my phone, yeah
When we were friends, I used to be better alone,

they be on some more shit
(Bitch I stay by my glock, I stay in the bag)
Lil nigga heard that I stay all in my bag
We pull up, hop out, and then we run

Smoke
Aim for the stars, shoot for the moon, you gone get some
So baby when my hotline bling that just mean one thing
I'ma drop by, pick you up then we

but I fell in love twice
You icey girl I'm icey and you got spice
The way you rockin side to side look real nice
The way you rockin side to side you

ain't gonna tell the girls, but they can tell you're problematic
They can tell you're such a burden, they can tell by now, it's certain
You're the only

control
loki bhonkde ne kra na gor
Self control na kra self respect
God by my side forever blessed
Jive vest on my motherfuckin chest
Tere vs di na gall na

chick Maryland
Carolyn, that's my old bae
Her and her best friend
They go both ways
Acrobats in the bed no Adobe
Spice girls thats adobo
And that's old

a Beamer, Ice Spice, I'mma eater
Buckhead I'm at Cheetahs, major league balling like I'm Jeter
Workhardt by the liter, follow the leader
Marathon money run it