Spicy Attitude Lyrics

Who the fuck living Marcella

Hotter than a cigarette tip I been that

Tell em its a city cop stick up call that

Irony the killer like cobra, whoala

Hottest in the city like Dora, hola

And I'm in my element, get it bitch, Korra

Give me 30 seconds I go all out, Hola

Its the calm before the storm

I can't live it down

Giving her the tongue like

Come I'm sick of the palms

Lets go where the snow at

Come I'm sick of the sum

I need me like all that

Comments coming in of-

Telling me to fall back

Hold on a minute, hold on a minute

I just let em talk for a minute talk for a minute

Bitches and they all In they feelings all In they feelings

Hate to see a young independent artist to get it yuh

Hold on a minute, hold on a minute

Granny call my phone, it's important call

I'm a human to I get emotional

No I don't

Could give a fuck about your pockets, got me my own

Don't need nobody else's pity, I'm pitiful

I really don't be buying ice man, I'm pretty cool

Don't really need a pretty bitch man I'm pretty too

And if you tell me I'm full of my self I'm feeling full

And if you tell me I'm fooling myself, I'm fooling you

You dummy bitch I got family gotta feed them too

Pay for my brothers, my mangers, and my tennis shoes

Im playing tennis I'll pop a whole fucking can on you

Cause I got balls and I'm serving them till I finish you

I'll get a racket before I listen to wack shit thats coming out of your assess like

Who the fuck living Marcella

Hotter than a cigarette tip I been that

Tell em its a city cop stick up call that

Irony the killer like cobra, whoala

Hottest in the city like Dora, hola

And I'm in my element, get it bitch, Korra

Give me 30 seconds I go all out, Hola

Run bitch!

Andale Andale

Fuck the bitch outta poverty

Call it fucking system

Cuz I be ducking and dodging it

How the fuck they get tired of me

Getting head like lobotomy

Get this demon up outta me

I don't wanna be fatherly

Oops!

Call the anaconda on the phone and tell him he don't got the venom to compare him to a bitch ass

Call the baby momma tell her get the baby powder cuz the baby started crying like a bitch ass

Call me sick and I can stick a dick inside that place that you be sitting on I'm talking bout that thick ass

Call me what you want but I don't be up on my phone cause I be rolling presidential Kennedy I'm

King Kong been the king

Ball for a minute now

All eyes on me

But keep your hands to yourself

Pour something in the jalapeño

Witnessing it now

Spicy attitude

I pour in categorical amounts

Who the fuck living Marcella

Hotter than a cigarette tip I been that

Tell em its a city cop stick up call that

Irony the killer like cobra, whoala

Hottest in the city like Dora, hola

And I'm in my element, get it bitch, Korra

Give me 30 seconds I go all out, Hola