Lyrics:
"Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's
On the same block where we lost Baby John
shit fun
We're making moves, are we done
I don't even talk about my mental, except on instrumentals
Follow fundamentals if you got that potential
I'm
cry
So he went back to the block
And got his hands on some fire
But he didn't get to move a pack this time
Because the same girl that left him ended up
kid I always used to play on that fuckin kindle
(damn man hold awn)
Special?
Still fucked it up w the instrumental
Had this one girl really hard
Like a
Waterfall
If you
Ever say good bye
I wink with my left eye
That bar just flew by
Over your head
Like a plane up in the sky
You’re
I was standing by the bar when I saw you
You was over there looking like milk
I was thinking to myself should I call you
Cuz you know that milk is
the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (stop)
You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl
I'm untry-able,
the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (stop)
You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl
I'm untry-able,
precise (Peep)
Shorty shakin it moves like ice spice (Yea)
Talkin roaches and mice I really lived with them (I really)
Can't stand a fake nigga or even sit
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
the f*uck would i wife me a thot?
So i can work hard while she sit back and plot
Debating on putting my wrist in a pot
Little Rascals done came and took over
Even if I die, I still gave them words to live by
Was the man but the sherm left his wig fried
In a midsize, deliver the baby like a midwife
Why they
make you frown
Me go dey by ya side
Girl ya better than the rest
Rollin it Rollin it
Mami don't stop there
Moving ya pretty booty
I like dat girl
I like
along
Well girls lets add some spice now
Now we do what they do and do it right now
There ain't no harm in putting up a fight now
Now let me show you
hour of the day
The way you look at me the way that you say
When are you coming, you know I don't wanna wait
Love the way we move
Tell me girl what
him like
Move on, move on, move on
Cause I know there's girls I should make a
Move on, move on, move on
But I never know
Right where to start
I'm saying
little girl
Trouble (trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble) is my middle name
I'm just a born wanderer driftin' by one day
Each place that I've been,
move
It's the way that you do
Come on baby now
Move those hips side to side
Little lower now
Baby move them left to right
Shake that ass girl
You can do
the pitch black instrumental/
Reminds you ain't comin' half as ill as you meant to/
cll the shit I been through to every last dollar that I crave/
Just spice
moves monumental it was me three mamis E-40 and Pac at the La Manz Round After Party it just don't stop
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you
until you had enough
Of that good ol sicky stuff
And girls they come in runnin over again with that STICKY 24-7
Your sticky good I can't lie
It taste
lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
C?mon
Oh, I got lost, double-crossed
Your lovin, give it to me all night long
(Instrumental
I splash dem idiot man
Drive by
Let's do a mask thing no party
Come by man's ends
Baby girl let's wo
Ain't talking bout dance go down
Then bounce up
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