Paroles de la chanson Spicy Woo par Saucy Santana

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Paroles de la chanson Spicy Woo par Saucy Santana

You got on that old ass shit (Woo, woo)
In the club wit' that old ass drip (Woo, woo)
Lookin' dumb wit' that old ass bitch (Woo, woo)

Jewelry on, I'm icy (Woo, woo)
Drip so nice, politely (Woo, woo)
Slick ass mouth, spicy (Woo, woo)
42 shots, tipsy, slightly (Woo, woo)
We in the club like (Woo, woo, woo)
Got the bottle, girls like (Woo, woo, woo)
Everybody scremin' like

Pulled up on E, wit' a pocket full of dubs
Smokin' Newport shorts, wit' a gang full of scrubs
I'm in VIP, you in line at the club

I'm wit' a gang full of lions, you in a crown full of cubs
Fresh Airforce 1's so I need my space
Gang full of shooters, we don't need no mace
Mine your mouth and nigga know your place (Yeah)
Cause if I get hot, that's a cold ass case
S-A-N-T-A-N-A
Run that back like a replay
This the Players Club like Lisa Raye
But I'm more like a pimp, I'm not yo bae
Hold on bitch, where thе shisha (Where the shisha)
And thе bottles, and the blunts, and the dick pleasers
Turnin' up wit' JT and Caresha (City Girls)
And if a bitch act up, we gon' make em a beliver

Jewelry on, I'm icy (Woo, woo)

Drip so nice, politely (Woo, woo)
Slick ass mouth, spicy (Woo, woo)
42 shots, tipsy, slightly (Woo, woo)
We in the club like (Woo, woo, woo)
Got the bottle, girls like (Woo, woo, woo)
Everybody scremin' like

Poker face, let's make a bet
I'm the king of queens so bitch, pay your debt (Pay your debt)
If I go off you better call your set (Offset)
No Migos bitch, but I'm a triple threat (Woo)
Rap my ass off, yes I do (Yep)
Set the trends, so I'mma check that too (Ching)
Big ole ass and my pockets blue
And I'mma lend you some so you can buy a clue (Tuh)
Free smoke, free smoke, which one of you hoes want it

I got time on my hand, Mary J. the one that sung it
If I took your man, I don't do woman to woman
Have you standin' in the corner
Wit' your friends mumblin', mumblin'
You better wake up hoe cause you tired (Tired ass)
You a flower girl, I'm the bride (Bride)
And if I ain't the shit then who lied
Cause if you number one then I died

Jewelry on, I'm icy
Drip so nice, politely
Slick ass mouth, spicy
42 shots, tipsy, slightly
We in the club like
Got the bottle, girls like
Everybody scremin' like

Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

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