SPICY SALSA Lyrics

I'm up

Lay down, I'm up

Lay down, I'm up

I'm up, I'm up

She giving that soul on me, yeah

And she got a hold on me, yeah

Dropping her clothes on me, yeah

Yeah

My side piece

But she still be a mf hottie

Slim waste pretty face like SADÉ

My emotions take over can't hide it

In the bed she come over I like it

Take my shirt off she feel on my body

Go n' get yo' nails did and polished

Back to work cause the money keep calling

These niggas be pussy huh, feline

She givin' that honey with the bees

Honey combs & sweets

I'm in the beehive

They tried to call me crazy, but that's how I made it

These niggas can't never not be quiet

They playin my song, huh rewind

Yeah run dat shit back like three times

Shawty tryna hold up on my wrist oh-yuh

Cartier diamonds how the glist oh yuh

Pull up in a nice out-fit oh-yuh

Look so fly made em glitch gli-glit

Pose outside for the fit, fit pics

She just wan a young nigga dick, lick it

Fell in luv with a bad bitch, wicked

Drive fast cops giving me tickets

Vroom

I ain't paying that shit

She want Chanel hand bag

With the Cartier lens

& her hair hang down to her breast

We got mo bricks than da pyramids

Stacking that Syrian

Ancient Mysterious tech

And me and god too connected

No wrong be detected

It mean I don't gotta confess, aye

Yeah-uh

I face that shit just like skincare

Splash up her body up now it's swimwear, yeah

It's time to grow up gone get there

Talking healing and growth it ain't linear, yeah

I'm too advanced had to go to the past to be present

I already been there

If you down bad then you gotta move past

I'd be damned if the story had end there

My auntie said to stay ready

So you do not ever have to go get prepared

Uh-uh

Uh-uh

These hoes want me be their mister

I want her mom cousin and sister

I beat it up give that hoe blisters

Don't talk to hoes I be reserved

Do know who I am do ya re-search

She want the wood she get splinters

We doing magic I feel like a wizard

Don't fuck with lean I ain't sippin' siz-syrup

All these hoes want a nigga it's absurd

I don't even know where tf to turn

Ion even know how tf to curve

Said yes to a hoe no sir

She want a hood nigga

My jacket doesn't got a hood nigga, yeah

(Laughs)

We got dat shit on and no you can't have it

She like my fit from my head to my aglet

Beatin' it up now her body collapsing

Pop out the function now we get it crackin

Uh, I take you back down to the mansion

To paint the walls with some affection

Like so like dat, uh

Aye, let me tell you one time

Let me tell you one time

Hoe, wassup

Woke up to morning wood

Do it taste good love how's your breakfast

I been goin way too hard, four' wit two" long it might be a erection

Niggas tried watching us, copy us, stalking us

You might as well be detective

Then you go jacking the sauce

But that shit is off

Recipe is defective

No I did not get your mention

No I did not get your message

I feed dat hoe crumbs bread bits

She bite my ear drum, fetish

Most of these ppl be dead to me

I do not want ur friendship

Lil boy I'm not yo' enemy

That kid be tryna set trip

Vroom

I ain't paying that shit

She want Chanel hand bag

With the Cartier lens

& her hair hang down to her breast

We got mo bricks than da pyramids

Stacking that Syrian

Ancient Mysterious tech

And me and god too connected

No wrong be detected

He said I don't gotta confess, uh