Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spicy, artist - Fabolous. Date of issue: 02.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spicy |
| Time to keep it cool, that’s what the wrist say |
| Don’t be a fool, that’s what the fist say (woo) |
| I’m crushin' these bitches like it’s a Wednesday |
| Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do |
| Inside whited out, I just erased you |
| Outside all black, it’s biracial |
| I’m married to the money and I’m so faithful |
| Man, this ring finger so icy (icy) |
| It’s like my middle finger don’t fuck with it (fuck y’all niggas) |
| These red bottoms so spicy (spicy) |
| It’s like there’s red pepper stuck to the bottom of 'em |
| Pull up in the dawn, spicy |
| 250 on the arm, spicy |
| They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy |
| When Kim come through, they get spicy |
| You know my niggas be, spicy |
| And all my bitches be, spicy |
| Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy |
| The team lit, everythin' we do spicy |
| Shit’s real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still |
| He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel |
| I’m too classy, too bossy |
| You bitches ain’t spicy, y’all just salty |
| Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Aubrey |
| Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life |
| And you bitches couldn’t Xscape with T. I's wife |
| I’m so spicy |
| Pull up in the dawn, spicy |
| 250 on the arm, spicy |
| They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy |
| When Kim come through, they get spicy |
| You know my niggas be, spicy |
| And all my bitches be, spicy |
| Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy |
| The team lit, everythin' we do spicy |
| We steppin' in hotter this year |
| We steppin' in hotter this year |
| And they ain’t gon' like it |
| They gon' be spicy |
| Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté |
| Then I sprinkle on it like I’m Salt Bae |
| Them jerks ain’t gettin' chicken so they hot sauce |
| You drippin' wack juice, boy, it’s not sauce |
| Stop hypin' up these goofies and wack rhymers |
| Your dick suckin' done got worse than Blac Chyna |
| Spice out the cabinet aka the closet |
| I’m makin' up some fly shit, I’m makin' a deposit |
| Remember we was playin' we gon' make it in the projects |
| To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex |
| Now I’m into cayenne, drippin' sriracha |
| Tell a nigga stay cool 'fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga |
| Get some bangin' head, then amnesia on 'em |
| Should I plain jane or add the seasonin' on em'? |
| Kimmy |
| Pull up in the dawn, spicy |
| 250 on the arm, spicy |
| They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy (I-C-Y) |
| Why Kim come through, they get spicy |
| You know my niggas be, spicy |
| And all my bitches be, spicy |
| Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy |
| The team lit, everythin' we do spicy |
| We steppin' in hotter this year |
| We steppin' in hotter this year |
| And they ain’t gon' like it |
| They gon' be spicy |
| You know my niggas be, spicy |
| And all my bitches be, spicy |
| Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy |
| The team lit, everythin' we do spicy |
| Kimmy, they gon' be spicy after this one! |