Spice Crew Five Guys (feat. Austin Woods, Ju Lian & Jackson Flaxin)
INTRO: (JAXIN WAXIN FLAXIN)
Ice on ice on ice
All this water on me nice, yeah
All this Dior on me nice, yeah
CHORUS: (AUSTIN WOODS)
Touch down
Dash down
Five guys
Yeah Lil' bitch so high
Yeah, Ines gone give me mine
Then spice crew gone make her cry yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I bite through lettuce no tomato. (No tomato)
Five guys, french fries yeah it's fatal. (It's fatal)
Mamacita, (Mamacita)
Go [?], (Go [?])
Cocaina, (Cocaina)
Smoke that reefer, (Smoke that Reefer)
Smoke that reefer, smoke that reefer. (Yah)
VERSE 1: (ICE WATER)
I'm sippin' Voss like I'm Rick Ross
Ice on my lip not lip gloss
Please do not ask how much my shit cost
Your girl on me like a lip lock. (Lip lock)
Your boy so ugly he's Criss-crossed (blrr)
I'm in the studio i'm pissed off. (pissed off)
Bals up here no rip offs
Shit, go down you wish to walk
Never hit a girl keep your door locked
VERSE 2: (JU LIAN)
Please do not touch on my Gucci yeah, (Gucci)
Fuckin' that bitch in the coochie yeah
Droppin' that ass in them blue jeans yeah
Yeah, I spent two on my new jeans yeah
Can't hit it twice that's for newbies yeah
Smokin' the green that's a dubie yeah. (Dubie)
Put me in scout with a new dream yeah
Just started rappin' I'm a newbie yeah
INTERMISSION: (JAXIN WAXIN FLAXIN)
Eat these xannys like they're rice
Fucked your nanny last night
You can ask a bitch I'm right. (Yeah)
CHORUS: (AUSTIN WOODS)
Touch down
Dash down
Five guys
Yeah Lil' bitch so high
Yeah, Ines gone give me mine
Then spice crew gone make her cry yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I bite through lettuce no tomato. (No tomato)
Five guys, french fries yeah it's fatal. (It's fatal)
Mamacita, (Mamacita)
Go [?], (Go [?])
Cocaina, (Cocaina)
Smoke that reefer, (Smoke that Reefer)
Smoke that reefer, smoke that reefer. (Yah)
VERSE 3: (A.B.)
Other people hating but all I'm gonna say
If you ain't spice crew get the f..ck out of the way
I don't play, I don't play
I'm fightin' [?]
Gettin' tight amount of [?]
Just to get light headed in Vegas
It's the night before the day
[?]
Tonight I'm barely playing
And it's the way to make the pain
It's a night one day
And well do it my way
Goin' out to find my momma
Gonna find my way, ok
It's a feelin' that'll never go away, ok
It's a place that I'm always gonna stay, ok
It's a feelin' that'll never go away, ok
It's a place that I'm always gonna stay, ok
VERSE 4: (PAJAMA LLAMA)
Pull up in the studio no bars written
Got a thick bitch and she ain't in the kitchen
Cheffin' some potions i'm witchin'
Get a shot to the face if your snitchin
Ooh, ooh, my hype so loud gotta keep it outdoors
Posted up back to the floor
Hirsch got more greener than convenience stores
Extendo longer than a dinosaur
Flex that, flex that
I got more up and downs than an elevator
Bitch wanna f..ck like now or later
I been on more waves than a surf board
When I get angry my powers restore
We spice crew and Finn's chairman of the board
Don't talk to me, don't to me, yeah
I'm not an Og, not an Og, I keep it Low-Key yeah
But when I get on it i'm spittin'
High-key Charlie ain't never admittin'
That's bubbly we sippin
My fly unzippin'
Don't get between me and my boys
VERSE 5: (KING DRO)
Slide in my Dm's and shawty look fine
She cry in my beamer like it be a crime
I post up my number your girl hit my line
Your girl give me head, she be workin full time
I hop out the coupe then I cash out
Your girl hit my dm's I smash now
Producers they know i'm a cash cow
I'm poppin' some pills I might crash now
Ooh, yeah yeah, Imma pop it when I rock it
Yeah, yeah, your girl sittin' in my cock pit
Ooh yeah, my stock it be a topic
Ooh wearin Gucci how they flockin
Yeah, Designer draped up on my jeans
Funky flexin' in my seams
Spent two k on some blue cream
Spent a night in your girl's dreams yeah
Your girl's dreams yeah
Your girl's dreams yeah