| Yeah, yeah
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| Woah-oh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| YFS
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| She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah)
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| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life
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| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right
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| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice
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| She love to pour up under flashing lights
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| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life
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| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right (Woah)
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| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| You look like the type to get all my time (My time)
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| Ayy, I’ma have you pull up to the mansion (Yeah)
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| Ayy, smokin' on the PJ that’s a high flight (Yeah)
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| Where that passport? |
| I gotta stamp it
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| Purses, please don’t take it personnal
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| Damn look at your outfit
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| You ain’t have to hurt no
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| Ex nigga ain’t 'bout shit
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| Niggas ain’t deservin' of you
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| Snakes up in your grass again
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| Had to put that serpent on you
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| She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah)
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| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life
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| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right
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| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice
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| She love to pour up under flashing lights
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| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life
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| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right (Woah)
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| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice
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| We go hand in hand just like a high five
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| Get you in the room, that booty clappin'
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| She know this connection just like Wi-Fi
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| Once we in the crib she let me have it
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| Head, she know I’m a head-ator
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| Show me what that mouth do
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| Take me just like medicine
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| No lights in the house too (Damn)
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| Ain’t no Thomas Edison
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| I’m gon' work you out too
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| That’s been on my regimen
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| She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah)
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| She work and she twerk 'cause she 'bout that life
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| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right
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| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice
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| She love to pour up under flashing lights
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| She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
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| She copped the new dress and it’s fittin' right (Woah)
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| She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice
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| Man she fire though
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| Don’t even know where she came from
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| Popped out of nowhere, this shit crazy
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| Hey 'scuse me, hey 'scuse me, hey
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| Hey Miss Lady, 'scuse me, hey, oh
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| I go by the name of, it’s Eazy |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spice, artist - Eric Bellinger. Album song Cuffing Season 3, in the genre Соул