Spicy - Angelo Mota, Isaiah Tajee

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

She gon' let me fuck till her boyfriend call

That is not my fault, I ain’t know that at all

Plus I don’t give a fuck ‘less its one of my dogs

They don’t know no laws, better play your part

Hit the mark

Thought we had a spark, I’m breaking hearts

Married to the art

Get up out the paint ‘fore I start

Enti to the face and now I’m parched

Look ma' I’m on TV

They had me shook on Complex, them bright lights on me

I guess it ain’t my thing, do better when I break blue cheddar

Who better than my team?

We got receipts

Got what you need, gotta stay low-key

Ain’t shit for free, taxes and fees

And I’m with Tajee

Young bachelors, no degrees

Better flee the scene, ice in my veins

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

Folk don’t like me, super spicy

She a Pisces, that pussy like me

She reminisce about my dick like remind me

I thought your nigga told you not to invite me

Girl you different, glad you didn’t listen

Ice where my heart was, back up on my pimpin'

Money in the tuck, reinforce the tunnel vision

Give that box up, got it throbbing from the tension

With the bruhs, getting reckless

What you love?

I’m the plug, get connected

If these y’all broads, why they all in my section?

‘Imma disrespect shit, y’all should just accept it

She gon' let me fuck in the bathroom stall

Keep the water running, heard your best friend just call

Yelling «here I come» but you bent all the way down

Girl I ain’t tryna hear shit and you bet' not turn round

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

They nothing like me, I’m way too icy

They talking spicy, too feisty

Yeah

They, they got

They got my name

They got my name fucked

Yeah

They got, hey

They got my name

They got my name fucked up

I don’t know how many times ‘imma say it

Lived in the past, I don’t need to replay it

Leaving my body, need seance to see it

Her pussy ‘fye so I think I might bae it

Play like I don’t but I’m jellin', I need it

This shit a movie, a moving mosaic

Bitch I progressed to a new state of being

That’s something you could do if you wasn’t playin'

Question existence off shit that I’m reading

Bust down the O, oh my God I’m in space

Quick got the liquor, I tell him I’m faded

I done been jaded before I did Jaded

I felt my impatience and tried to negate it

With pitchers and packs and a pic of abuela

I picture her voice like «I'm proud of you baby»

I can not lie to ya, boy ‘imma body ya, twenty inside of ya

I got invited to illuminati yeah, I put the fight in ya

I bet you mad when old lady say bye to ya

She couldn’t wait to get back from the lobby

I caught a body, ain’t telling nobody

She popped a molly and came up with ideas

Room 32 getting loose in the Adidas, woo

Arch in her back, I ain’t playin' with shorty

Arch in her back, think I’m stayin' with shorty

Hit that shit like she was paying me for it

Work on my cardio, pop me a green, get my one up like Mario

I hit the scene when I’m ready to dish it

It’s bait in the trap but I’m tired of fishing, I’m tired of

They got my

They got my name fucked up

They got, they got my

They got my name, yeah

They got, they got my name fucked up

Yeah