Spicy (Woo)

Lyrics
[Intro] You got on that old ass shit (Woo, woo) In the club wit' that old ass drip (Woo, woo) Lookin' dumb wit' that old ass bitch (Woo, woo) [Chorus] Jewelry on, I'm icy (Woo, woo) Drip so nice, politely (Woo, woo) Slick ass mouth, spicy (Woo, woo) 42 shots, tipsy, slightly (Woo, woo) We in the club like (Woo, woo, woo) Got the bottle, girls like (Woo, woo, woo) Everybody screamin' like [Verse 1] Pulled up on E, wit' a pocket full of dubs Smokin' Newport shorts, wit' a gang full of scrubs I'm in VIP, you in line at the club I'm wit' a gang full of lions, you in a crowd full of cubs Fresh Airforce 1's so I need my space Gang full of shooters, we don't need no mace Mine your mouth and nigga know your place (Yeah) 'Cause if I get hot, that's a cold ass case S-A-N-T-A-N-A Run that back like a relay This the Players Club like Lisa Raye But I'm more like a pimp, I'm not yo' bae Hold on bitch, where thе shisha? (Where the shisha?) And thе bottles, and the blunts, and the dick pleasers? Turnin' up wit' JT and Caresha (City Girls) And if a bitch act up, we gon' make 'em a beliver (Ah) [Chorus] Jewelry on, I'm icy (Woo, woo) Drip so nice, politely (Woo, woo) Slick ass mouth, spicy (Woo, woo) 42 shots, tipsy, slightly (Woo, woo) We in the club like (Woo, woo, woo) Got the bottle, girls like (Woo, woo, woo) Everybody screamin' like [Verse 2] Poker face, let's make a bet I'm the king of queens so bitch, pay your debt (Pay your debt) If I go off you better call your set (Offset) No Migos bitch, but I'm a triple threat (Woo) Rap my ass off, yes I do (Yep) Set the trends, so I'ma check that too (Ching) Big ole ass and my pockets blue And I'ma lend you some so you can buy a clue (Tuh) Free smoke, free smoke, which one of you hoes want it I got time on my hand, Mary J., the one that sung it If I took your man, I don't do woman to woman Have you standin' in the corner Wit' your friends mumblin', mumblin' You better wake up ho, 'cause you tired (Tired ass) You a flower girl, I'm the bride (Bride) And if I ain't the shit then who lied? 'Cause if you number one then I died [Chorus] Jewelry on, I'm icy Drip so nice, politely Slick ass mouth, spicy 42 shots, tipsy, slightly We in the club like (Woo, woo, woo) Got the bottle, girls like (Woo, woo, woo) Everybody screamin' like [Outro] Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo
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Credits
- Writers
- Saucy Santana