Spicy

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Nasir Jones/Maxie Ryles/Darold Ferguson/Derek Milano
[00:00.295] 作词 : Nasir Jones/Maxie Ryles/Darold Ferguson/Derek Milano
[00:00.885] [Intro]
[00:02.132] Spicy
[00:10.177] Hit-Boy
[00:10.830] [Verse 1: Nas]
[00:11.362] Boss shit, your Lord ship
[00:13.869] ****** talkin' yadda since I'm on shit
[00:16.472] I used to run the block, now I'm coporate (Coperate)
[00:19.330] Hoppin' out, you know it's up when the doors lift
[00:21.718] Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)
[00:24.195] Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
[00:26.643] They watch me like a chick courtside as the rocker
[00:29.383] Flow only getting tougher, she beggin' me to cuff her
[00:32.272] Brooklyn sweet chick, waffles with raspberry butter
[00:34.711] Wear a mink at the roller rink middle of the summer
[00:37.184] If I can't get it done, I got soliders with me to cover
[00:39.832] Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards
[00:42.578] Cheese stay icy, 'cause shit get spicy
[00:45.336] She on Demon time, I get her a timepiece
[00:47.976] Patek, niggas not lit, not like me
[00:50.623] Can't get nothin' by me, my mind is 2090
[00:53.373] Ke Lo Ke, everybody pricy
[00:56.140] Cost money, beat the charge money
[00:58.794] Fats money, push to start money
[01:01.666] Lost money, Escobar money (Uh)
[01:03.975] [Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
[01:04.238] Blue advice, always add spicy
[01:06.810] Always get the liqour with the ice
[01:09.543] I don't give a **** if that's his wife
[01:12.048] I could bag any bitch in these old white Nikes
[01:14.489] That ain't right, if she tell me no I get tight
[01:17.102] Evertime you saw me I was nice
[01:19.663] Everytime I saw you, you was light
[01:22.077] Every bitch you with look like a dyke
[01:23.992] I mean she might, not never be my type
[01:28.034] She might never be my type, look
[01:30.132] That bitch trash, I only **** her for the hype
[01:33.230] I only **** her for the hype, look (Uh)
[01:36.118] Ke Lo Ke, everybody pricy
[01:39.020] Cost money, beat the charge money
[01:41.607] Fats money, push to start money
[01:44.338] Lost money, Escobar money
[01:45.486] [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
[01:46.253] Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shit
[01:49.036] Might make a grill with Tiffanys
[01:51.762] My drill ****** out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit
[01:54.259] Bumpin 'Pac out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie)
[01:56.999] Model bitches
[01:59.660] Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the height
[02:02.375] Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype
[02:05.005] Got a ghetto Naomi Campell
[02:07.739] I'm the one talkin' spice, [?] killers
[02:10.600] With the guns and the knives, better run for your life
[02:13.114] Got a queen in Queens, and my ex a Puerto Rican spice
[02:15.828] My Harlem ***** doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes
[02:18.591] Ke Lo Ke, everybody pricy
[02:21.669] Cost money, beat the charge money
[02:24.311] Fats money, push to start money
[02:27.041] Lost money, Escobar money
作曲 : Nasir Jones/Maxie Ryles/Darold Ferguson/Derek Milano
作词 : Nasir Jones/Maxie Ryles/Darold Ferguson/Derek Milano

Spicy
Hit-Boy

Boss shit, your Lord ship
****** talkin' yadda since I'm on shit
I used to run the block, now I'm coporate (Coperate)
Hoppin' out, you know it's up when the doors lift
Whole squad hide the burners (Whole squad)
Mets hats in the sky like Bobby Shmurda
They watch me like a chick courtside as the rocker
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 soliders with me to cover
Queens get the money, we only stackin' it upwards
Cheese 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
Ke Lo Ke, everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money
Fats money, push to start money
Lost money, Escobar money (Uh)

Blue advice, always add spicy
Always get the liqour with the ice
I don't give a **** if that's his wife
I could bag any bitch in these old white Nikes
That ain't right, if she tell me no I get tight
Evertime you saw me I was nice
Everytime I saw you, you was light
Every bitch you with look like a dyke
I mean she might, not never be my type
She might never be my type, look
That bitch trash, I only **** her for the hype
I only **** her for the hype, look (Uh)
Ke Lo Ke, everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money
Fats money, push to start money
Lost money, Escobar money

Niggas saying Ferg back, but I been with the shit
Might make a grill with Tiffanys
My drill ****** out in Brooklyn and they spinnin' and shit
Bumpin 'Pac out the whip while we sippin' and shit (Movie)
Model bitches
Keep the vision through the lights, never blinded by the height
Keep the Tommy near the belly, sincere 'cause I'm hype
Got a ghetto Naomi Campell
I'm the one talkin' spice, 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 ***** doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes
Ke Lo Ke, everybody pricy
Cost money, beat the charge money
Fats money, push to start money
Lost money, Escobar money