Lyrics:
Burlesque
Okay girls, let's show 'em how it's done
It ain't over till we say and we've only just begun
Lemme hear you say, yeah
Say yeah
Say yeah
I'm drunk better talk to me nice
Glizzy on my body moving spice
Who am I fucking on tonight
Who am I fucking on tonight
Yea
Yea
Girl your so persuasive
Yo you know what it is
It's Brooklyn and we go hard
Black Spice we stay hot
K-Block, New York
Them nuh bad like we
We real crazy, them nuh mad like
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
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on
[Chorus]
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls
Yeah
(it don't stop)
Yeah
Check it out
(it don't stop)
Come on
CHORUS
We love to flirt
To chase the skirts
Get to know who we are
Girls in the park
just stay hidden from the cameras
Dance like you my wife girl I think you found yourself a new anthem
Smell like old spice but I'd rather wear ice spice
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
- round the world
And I wanted to see - see it all
I've been the only girl - round the world
All surrounded by mystery
In the living room I'm
hot like spice
That aint so nice
She's tough
Likes it rough
And she can
Put up a fight
Shaking up my world
This tattoo girl
She's got artwork on her
babe when you're near me
Turn me on
That girl is spicy
It's so hot, babe when you touch me, feel me, turn me on
Spice it up
I'm a hot boy looking for
you
How could I go in without you
How girl
I want you by my side girl
My side for life
I want you by my side for life
I want you by my side girl
My side
you don't need no spices
Long hours on the phone like we on night shift
(Night shift)
Don't know how it happened but I like it
Yeah you make feel like
Yeah
Spice muthafuckin' One
Coolin' in Cali
Kickin' that gangsta shit
You get with it?
Hopped in my Blazer, mashed off and left a boy in his
spice up me tea
Gimme body, whine pon mi... make we dey together baby na you and me
Lemme know, if i qualify my baby girl oh nuh nuh nuh
You dunno you
you desire
After all you’re not the only one
Who likes to play with fire
It might be selfish of me
To want someone to tell me just how good I make them
is not a test
Hit it up, get it up
Gotta give me your best
So get your ass up
Show me how you burlesque
Ok girls, lets show how its done
It aint over
To spend the night
When I'm spiraling how I am
Hypnotizing
The city lights follow me wherever I am
I'm sorry,
It don't bother me at all,
Baby I can't let it
I fly in
I told this girl to try to come by
But she only talk to me in private
Used to feel heavy weight on my shoulders
Now it's feeling lighter
Mans
You've seen me once or twice
your really good to me
I just want a slice
Of all of that I see
I want a bit of spice
commitment issues comes
call me and cry
I'm just a playa though ain't no way that I can deny no matter how hard I try to keep it real baby girl it's just the dog in me that keep
Katrina
This song is for you
It's crazy how I loved a girl with a K
She used to text me everyday
Always on my phone
Would never leave me alone
But I
Niggas what you doing with that?
Take 'em back, make 'em pop a bunch of pills
Make a bitch eat it, tryin' to show that hoe how fun it is
My girl got
some spice
It don't matter cuz you're just my type
Baby let me be your west coast vibe
Shawty tell me how you got so fly
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