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lirik lagu spice 1 - doing what the playas do

[intro]
d~mn, n.o. joe, like that?

[verse: spice 1]
n~ggas get caught up t~uh~tellin’ you h~lla lies
i’ma keep it one million with you every time i reply
ain’t no need to be bullsh~ttin’ i’m on my grown man
get your passport baby, we got a show in j~pan
i’m international, stickin’ d~ck all up inside your v~g~n~l
original spice, them other n~ggas oregano
i’m the bomb and them other n~ggas do nothin’ but stressin’ you
while i’m thinkin’ bout puttin’ my tongue on your body undressin’ you
i feel the pressure baby let me relieve it
i got a cabin in the mountains, me and you could go creepin’
you ain’t gotta tell a soul baby, it’s our secret
i know what you lookin’ for and now you ain’t gotta go seek it
f~ck the drama, we can escape and take a vacation
i know you tired of antic~p~tin’, waitin’ while n~ggas hatin’
going one on one with spice 1, girl just me and you
unless you bring your girlfriend, ’cause she can get it too

[verse: too $hort]
you too fine to be wastin’ time
all them pocket change n~ggas gotta wait in line
’cause the p~ssy slow out, like a stadium
he better take his broke ass to the a.t.m
get yo’ money girl, make him spend it all
a big bank roll now, but when it’s small
you find another one, with a lot of funds
havin’ so much fun, throwin’ all them ones
ain’t sh~t free, he gotta pay to play
if he’s broke, turn around and go the other way
break a trick quick, run [?]
my b~tches know the game, they call it [?]

[chorus: lee royal]
she been hurt by the fake ones
happiness she does not pursuit
she been hurt and she lost ones
well let me show you how a player do
show you how a player do (ooh ooh)
player, player do, show you how a player do (ooh ooh)
how a player do, show you how a player
[verse: pimp c]
you’re a fine yellow hammer young b~tch from the hood
bad hairy monkey, man that p~ssy feel good
when she jumpin’ on my d~ck
thowed on approach, and when i hit her from the back
i told her b~tch, hold it open
i’m a young red n~gga, i’m a country ass boy
hit the switch and pop the trunk on my candy ass toy
i got the piece and the chain, grain in the leather
what the gold diggin’ b~tches tryna keep they head together
even in the stormy weather, i’ma still grip grain
if the rap game was over, i could sell the cocaine
pimp c, b~tch, you can call me sweet jones
she blowin’ up my phone, she can’t leave my d~ck alone (alone)
alone

[interlude: too $hort]
r.i.p. to the homie pimp c

- lirik lagu spice 1

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