Lyrics:
I been holding the heat like a spice rack
I been sorting my game on, like I'm Michael B Jordan so flame on
Watch me burn em to Smithers, Like Waylon,
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho
kicking like Tyson
Paper and (fron)to I'm putting all the spice in
Cut throat nigga know that ima slice him
Ram through the pussy, kinda like a Bison
Punch
Think I'm super fly see me out with bags full on fifth avenue
When a month goes by I just think I'm better off without you
Gettin super high
Haha
I don't know how to do this, but I know this is for you
Days gone, same song play through my head as I head into isolation
Girl your spice
thanksgiving
Girl you know I'm thankful for you
If you're feeling alone
Sitting at home
Gotta get off your phone and
Come over
Keeping it warm
Sit by the fire
Hmm
Yeah
Yeah ayy
Hmm
I want a thick shawty that's nasty
She wants a real nigga who fucks hard
Baby i got you
Baby i got you
I want a thick shawty
y'a
Keep it real
For one night
How you feelin just keepin it light
Dollar bills and breathtaking sights
Quarter mil by the end of July
Keep it
would be me
Had more game than the average bro'
And he was smooth when he was talkin' to the ladies though
Straight killa, I mean for real 'a
He kept
I must be him for real if you need it just hit me
She might put the feline on a plate play wit the kitty
Shut it all down ooh I must be touching
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let's kick the shit off 'cause yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
Tho
Hey yo, Spice
What's goin' on, man?
I see five-o over there
Is that five-o?
Same muthafuckas that beat my partner down last week
But I ain't
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
God gave me spice
Look how I'm mixing and throwing out sauce
Holy water more precious than Voss
Eternal life through the only true God
Got my sword
rolling with the best
Real talk, real talk
I'm the baddest, I believe it, I stay winning
Forget about the rest
Real talk, real talk
I go by the opposite
effort
We just keep it grounded
Love our imperfections
Know these real intentions
Did I need to mention
Growth is never-ending
You the spice I'm missing
The fiends used to scream for my muthafuckin' sacks
I used to cut the lleyo down to the bone
But now I'm killin' niggas on the microphone
Sp-Spice 1 kickin'
the sauce so i added the spice
now i’m in your head something like lice
all by myself i be tuned in
it’s bad for my health but i’ll keep moving
how
with pesto
Now here's another special of the day
You see, I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's
[Sole]
Dear El-Pee,
How's your summer been?
Mine's been fine
I heard you had a real good time at camp
Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings
another special of the day
I've got more spice than the frugal gourmet
Well mike d what got for me show these good people what it
Means to be d well
this bitch
High speed with a bad bitch
She by my side like, no, I ain't stoppin' this whip
Ten toes, I keep it real with a nigga
I ain't movin' aside, I
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about
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