Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spicy , by - Nas. Song from the album King's Disease, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Spicy |
| Pricy |
| Hit-Boy |
| Boss shit, your Lordship |
| Niggas talkin' yachts since I’m on shit |
| I used to run the block, now I’m corporate (Corporate) |
| Hoppin' out, you know it’s Son when the doors lift |
| Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad) |
| Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda |
| They watch me like a chip', courtside at The Rucker |
| Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her |
| Brooklyn Sweet Chick, waffles with raspberry butter |
| Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer |
| If I can’t get it done, I got soldiers with me to cover |
| Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards |
| G’s stay icy 'cause shit get spicy |
| She on Demon Time, I get her a timepiece |
| Patek, niggas not lit, not like me |
| Can’t get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090 |
| ¿Qué lo que? |
| Everybody pricy |
| Cost money, beat the charge money |
| Fast money, push to start money |
| Large money, Escobar money (Uh) |
| Little advice (Little advice), always add spicy (Uh) |
| Always get the liquor with the ice |
| I don’t give a fuck if that’s his wife |
| I could bag any bitch in these all white Nikes (Uh) |
| That ain’t right, if she tell me, «No», I’m gettin' tight |
| Look, every time you saw me I was nice (Ayy) |
| Every time I saw you, you was light (You was) |
| Uh, every bitch you with look like a dyke (Lil' bitch) |
| Uh, I mean she might (Might) not never be my type, nah |
| She might never be my type, look |
| That bitch is trash, I only fuck her for the hype (Uh) |
| I only fuck her for the hype, look (Uh) |
| ¿Qué lo que? |
| Everybody pricy |
| Cost money, beat the charge money |
| Fast money, push to start money |
| Large money, Escobar money |
| Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shits |
| Might make a grill with Tiffany’s on my gentleman shit |
| My drill niggas out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit |
| Bumpin' Pop out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie) |
| Model bitches that’s precise, fuck attendants off the flights |
| Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the hype |
| Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I’m hype |
| Got a ghetto Naomi Campbell, designer with the Nikes |
| I’m the one talkin' spice, twelve year old killers |
| With the guns and the knives, better run for your life |
| Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice |
| My Harlem bitch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes |
| ¿Qué lo que? |
| Everybody pricy |
| Cost money, beat the charge money (Uh) |
| Fast money, push to start money (Uh) |
| Large money, Escobar money (Lil' bitch) |
| Hit-Boy, we got another one (Pricy) |
| Nastradamus, Fivio (Vroom) |
| A$AP Ferg (Yeah!) |