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Eric Bellinger

Spice

 

Spice

(album: Cuffing Season 3 - 2019)


Yeah, yeah
Woah-oh
Yeah, yeah
YFS

She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah)
She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
She copped the new dress and it's fitting right
She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice

She love to pour up under flashing lights
She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
She copped the new dress and it's fitting right (Woah)
She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You look like the type to get all my time (My time)
Ayy, I'ma have you pull up to the mansion (Yeah)
Ayy, smoking on the [?] that's a high flight (Yeah)
Where that passport? I gotta stamp it
Purses, please don't take it personnal
Damn look at your outfit
You ain't have to hurt no
Ex nigga ain't boss shit
Niggas ain't deserving of you
Slice up in your grass again
Had to put that serpent on you

She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah)
She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
She copped the new dress and it's fitting right
She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice

She love to pour up under flashing lights
She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
She copped the new dress and it's fitting right (Woah)
She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice

We go hand to hand just like a high five
Get you in the room, that booty clapping
She know this connection just like Wi-Fi
Once we in the crib she let me have it
Head, she know I'm a head-ator
Show me what that mouth do
Take me just like medicine
No lights in the house too (Damn)
Ain't no Thomas Edison
I'm gon' work you out too
That's been on my regimen

She love to pour up under flashing lights (Woah)
She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
She copped the new dress and it's fitting right
She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice

She love to pour up under flashing lights
She work and she twerk and she 'bout that life
She copped the new dress and it's fitting right (Woah)
She got the spice (Spice), she got the spice

Man she fire though
Don't even know where she came from
Popped out of nowhere, this shit crazy
Hey 'scuse me, hey 'scuse me, hey
Hey Miss Lady, 'scuse me, hey, oh
I go by the name of, it's Eazy

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