Lyrics:
was a student turned
Instructor
Don't be a hypebeast
I got the world
On my shoulders
Heaven smell my odors
Old spice
Spice girls
Mel B
With the vocal
I
get an MC
So how could you think that you rank with me?
If you only did your homework, you would surely find
When Scorp' get girls, they all be
and the butter to the bread
Don't be misled by what I say
You say dust to dust and ashes to ashes
? man cut, I'm faster than Flash is
You're the one
and the butter to the bread
Don't be misled by what I say
You say dust to dust and ashes to ashes
? man cut, I'm faster than Flash is
You're the one
and precise
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The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
more than she shells
Cause she been bragging down by the sea shore
I got vices
I'm tryna figure out my crisis
I got all my herbs and spices
Don't ask me
Girl I like the way you wine on me
Hold you in my arms while you grind slowly
Treat you right she gone lie for me Chill by my side that's where your
girls can't be forgiven
Mean girls make mean women
Mean girls
It starts on the play ground
Pulling your hair
Then in high school
It gets worse from there
main
All up in the game
Like
I'm mixing fire with fire
I'm mixing fire with ice
I'ts hot like pepper with spice
Girls looking really nice
I'ma hit her
glens (turn)
Hertfordshire police come and jog me (One)
I had this crack fiend, she was a spice girl 'til she tried Mel B and Mel C
Viel zu viele
ya
You know I’m really feeling ya
Brown skin
Girl I wanna wrap you in and
Lock you in my arms and ting
Brown skin
Woman I like the spice
I like
and the butter to the bread
Don't be misled by what I say
You say dust to dust and ashes to ashes
? man cut, I'm faster than Flash is
You're the one
than just a homie
So fly, oh my
And I'm on a mission
To show you why I'm the one that you been missin'
Catch a flight girl
Be here by tonight girl
Let
to cats, they be talking to cops
In prison he saw me, he wasn't on none
He was quick to call govs now on road he's someone (Huh)
Raised by thugs in
officially a recording artist. The producers kept promising that we would be as big as the spice girls. It was very intoxicating for a teenager to be told
don't want it
But by midnight you be stayin' wit' me, layin' with' me
She playin' games, but I got the cheat codes
And with a girl who fine like mine,
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
by gun
Till you fuck with son huh?
I unload more till outta control
Cuz when the sun goes down it a mother fucking jungle
[Chorus 3x]
Thug Girl
Roni on my wrist
What the time it be spice
(Spicy)
Roni on my chain
Check my whip it look nice
(Look nice)
Roni be the o's on my check
Just sent
With Giggino was a too-fast
For Fico this governo won't last
But you know how kill Mel B
Honestà, apart of niggas you non hai fatto 'n cazzo
Stop
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
said goodbye
Pre-Chorus 1
“Are you good?” they say
“Will you be okay?”
Chorus 1
If I seem a little melancholy
It’s probably ‘cause Mel won’t call me
sweeter than old Sadie
Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
Girl he had with him, ass coulda won the horse awards
And I was almost famous,
furniture
Waiting The day we go Down
We got the fish by mouth
Y'all still be chasing the cloud, yeah
Ice on my wrist, ice on my wrist
Spice on your bitch,
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