Lyrics:
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
everyone was trying to become the next Spice Girls or Backstreet Boys. I got rejected over and over. The funny part about being rejected as a teenager is
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
blatantly
I got some problems and its plain to see
But we just live it up
Tell the bouncer fazi in the club
Smoking icky stuff
We don't give a what what
Girl
Songs about our first love
Our first heartbreak
Or we get drunk
Throw it up cause we didn't eat and we had too much
If there's another thing I've learned
about
Drake unfollowed Ice Spice after he flew her out
And I'm on Gervonta side, females do too much
He ain't do shit, she put shit on his toothbrush
of testing it on something, they’ve been testing us all their lives
They have all control over your life
You won’t have a job your mind your soul anymore
By
like tic tac toe
Watch your mouth And hear me out
Gotta play No time to doubt
That music I can't live without
Here to win Ain't here for claut
Too long
say that shit
We live in a world where that comes off as offensive
For once can you just understand this much
Alright fine, don't get your panties all
to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
can call that mental freeze
When these people talk too much, put
That shit in slow motion, yeah
We are vain and we are blind
I feel like an astronaut in
but their naked till
They bite this bredren
My style is hunging on a tree in the garden of of eden
Too much weapons I told you guys ideal in arms
If
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
treat
I'm a nice guy, but got real mean moves
I choose the scene to be seen by you
I've got a clean shirt and fresh pressed pants
Cuz girls like nice guys
know how much I would love it|If you loved me, too|||All These Cats (L. Ortega)||All my life, been payin' my dues|Only 'cause I gamble with so much
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
rock-steady & unstable like a nuclear blast
I'm of no caste, I'm too vast, G.S.V. class
Puff puff pass that jazz counterclockwise
The spice extends life
That
I was in tha trap then y'kno
Moufaka parked up and I'm like
Who dis nigg'?
Aight, listen uh
Ain't livin right
Live too fast I roll the dice
Spend my
yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In
yo wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
yo wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
of spice here
And a little ingrediant there
Now ima come out then ima start to stare
Mad doggin wack emcees
Ima stomp em with girls clogs
And keeping them
yo wife was bleedin'
Now your life is leavin' yo body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
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