Milaniaa Monroe - Spicy Lyrics

I know that you're pressed like Dickies with the crease in it
And you're weighed down like your weave with the grease in it
You cannot get under my skin
I'm the 800 pound gorilla with the heart of a lion
You're so elementary with that play pretend
I'm just who the f*ck I say that I am
D-D-D-D-DAMN!
Got your baby daddy want to put his fun dip in my yams
Uh!
Hit the Kevin Gates, its a jam-uh
In my own lane I aint jammed up
Bitch you're playing games get blammed up
Have your ass stomped by a BAMA
AKA
Under some Timbs
Call now bitch I'm rollin with Him
Don't be a jezebel you know that's a sin
You aint never learned from your mama & them?
Where them pretty girls that like to go ham?
Send a bitch to the moon when it comes to your man
(To your man?)
Like you aint playing games as well
Telling all them dudes "Oh that boy just a friend"
Mario that nigga
I don't know that nigga
Send his emotions up and down, yo-yo that nigga
Run a lap on his heart, Flo-Jo that nigga
You a clown, Bozo you gotta go my nigga

PAC in the booth
Easy peasy with the juice
I'm glad to be me don't give a f*ck about you
I know you'd trade a limb just to walk off in my shoes
Girl thats your man?
Watch him turn into my boo
I'm SPICY
Ha-ha-ha SPICY
Ha-ha-ha SPICY

Ice cream conversation
They all want the scoop
I be big chillin but you mad cus I'm cute
Got niggas catching three freeways to come see me for a few
I can't pick way too many I can choose
Stay on it boy
If you snooze you lose
If Dave East comes around everybody gotta move
Me plus you
I'll be dinner, that's a mood
And I'm so LA, but New York might be the move
I'm serious!
Gangsta niggas keep me curious
I aint no City Girl, but where the bag at?
PERIOD!
This the type of vibe make a nigga get delirious
Milking money out the nigga
Think I'm on my period
I don't sell pussy for a dollar
You're a idiot
Make you beat off til you're tired
Hell nah you aint eating it
Oh no no no
Yall be playing games and shit
Trying to domesticate the animal
Wife me for the fame and shit
I need a milli by the Summer
Oh yes, I'm claiming it
Fur coat at night
While I ghostride the whip

PAC in the booth
Easy peasy with the juice
I'm glad to be me don't give a f*ck about you
I know you'd trade a limb just to walk off in my shoes
Girl thats your man?
Watch him turn into my boo
I'm SPICY
Ha-ha-ha SPICY
Ha-ha-ha SPICY