Lyrics:
Baby I can give you the world
Baby baby baby even diamonds and pearls
Do you want it?
Been around the world once, met every girl twice
Never
bag ah dog food, me ah bun it by di sack
Real high when me driving in the fckn Cadillac, woah
Feeling real nice this year, man I think I got the spice
I see them haters come my way
Get the fuck up out my face
All of these haters be falling over
(All these haters be falling over)
Sometimes you gotta
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
I always kind of figured love would pass me by
The kind of girl I wanted wouldn’t want a guy like me
I thought that she, wouldn’t look twice
You
I’ve been making music my whole life
Wether it be
Tappin pencil
Instrumentals
Or playing
Pianos
In the night
When I was young we couldn’t afford
riding in my foreign car
I'm wit ah city spice
I got ah Country-Phone
My nigga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling
Me the city's mine
We do
on ya (What?)
Bend ya ass over, put ya hands on ya knees, 42 hut-hut, see the ass done hiked on 'em (Yeah!)
Nigga, don't move, put ya hands on ya pocket,
that you was prime
You got that crisco, like ya super hot (Like ya super hot)
Spice Girls tryna learn what to do or not (What to do or not)
Fly birds,
ride or die
When it gets hard girl stuck by my side
Future bright I can see it in your eyes
Your the one for me yes I need you by my side
Be my wife I
What's the move, lil homie
Do you want the smoke
I could take your crew, d'vide by two
Don't think I won't
Homies clown in strategy
Blasphemy a joke
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
Oh, oh-oh
(Hey)
Soon as it was over, girl, I told you I'd be knockin' at your door
(Knock, knock, knock)
I tried to work that shit out with my
trippin knock it off
Stop it no scrobs in this spot
Just biancs and it's hot as Molotovs
Girl let's get that poppin off
I don't wanna hear that it's
And I let you ride like I ride instrumentals
So you was saying you gonna leave me
Well take your time be easy
Cause girl you could never play me
Even if
doing shit that you can't, I know why you hate
Cause I got yo bitch makin' moves aye, I thought I told you they go for anybody
Why you making her choose
My pot's slanted
I'm stirring new spice
This flavor's Outlandish
Heavy hand when I'm working
I got a problem
Dangerous how we move
You gotta solve it
And hope he don't turn out like you.
--- Instrumental ---
As of now I'm goona be a new girl
You'll see a change in me all over boy
And you won't know me
just wasn't looking
But what you gonna do?
(Whoo, is that Mingus over there?)
Yeah you hear me talking
Spitting out the candy for your ears
Move
Flip her over and get in a groove like a vinyl with a b side
I like sex like rolling dice never know what's coming next
Like spice
When it hits it's hot
like
Tell me how you want it
I play by yo rules
I swear I won't fight it
Ooh yea yea
You know I want it
Girl yo position makes me eager
To jump up
I could get you over here, girl
Tonight, so I
Could get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about
I could get you over here, girl
Tonight, so I
Could get my grown man on with you
You don't know about it, I'm on my grown man
You don't know about
environment
Ah fuck, is that feds?
Don't move, armed police, armed police, put your hands on the steering wheel now
I got nicked again, 'cause I gripped
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