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Spicy Remix

(Damn James)
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

Who tryna, who tryna go? (Go)
Who gon’ drop it down like there’s money on the floor? (Ho)
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?

She my spicy lil’ mama, she let me bust her piñata (Piñata)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow

Ey
Shawty wanna go, she slidin’ (Slidin’)
Shawty wanna go ’cause I’m him
Shawty got a man, but the dick weak (Weak)
She gon’ hit me up when she miss me (Me)

Dale, dale, dale
No pierdas sentido
She a big freak, yeah, we know (We know)
We got 42, she want Tito (Yeah)

She left a mark on my shirt, it’s mascara
She gave me top outside of Toca Madera (Madera)
She don’t wear Vicky Secret, that’s La Perla (Yeah)
Got to change my shirt, she a squirter

Hoy es Louis, mañana Gucci
De desayuno ha pedido sushi
A los malo vibroso les dice: 'Fuchi', yo'
Rebelde, Mia Colucci

De Medallo para Isla, di quien es
Me habla mal de mí y no sé ni quien es
I’m sorry, estos son otros nivele’
Sé como hacer pa’ que este liberes, ma’, ey

Eso es tuyo, me pertenece
Tú siempre firme, se te agradece, yo’
Factura y no mequeñece’
No estatura, me merece’

4hunnid

Who tryna, who tryna do a lil’ coke? (Coke)
Who tryna get fuckin’ crazy on a boat? (Boat)
Bad bitch, she wanna get seen in the Ghost
She made a ni*** toes curl, uh, that’s a stroke

You know it’s gang, you know it’s gang
Same ni***, stayed the same, I never changed
Only thing I probably change is the lane
Your bitch a sucker for a blood, she a blade

I don’t buy her designer, I give her dick (Dick)
Scale of one to ten, I ain’t never had no six (Six)
Nigga said he balling, his bitch never took no trip (Trip)
Said he killed the pu***, she ain’t never had no dent (Dent)

Uh
This shit treaky, these ni*** so Walt Disney
They kid it, they Micky, I know how to make it sticky
Bust it like piñatas, like a ni*** from the streets sent me

Yeah, who tryna, who tryna go? (Ay)
Hop in Maybach, I’m a thottie, I’m a hoe
I get neck, I get throat, I’m a dog, I’m a goat
I’m a west-side ni***, hit your friend on the low

I fly by in three million, tell ’em bye
And them diamonds on my wrist, they like tie-dye
I’m a typo, you know the fuckin’ vibes
Told that bitch give me space, she wanna spend the night

I’m leaving for no reason, bitches love me ’cause I don’t need ’em
Pull up in that drop, and I’m bumping that Joe Weezy
Sunset rooftop, birds, I’m feedin’ (Prrr)

I just entertain, you barely maintain
Two sisters kissin’ on me, that’s the same thing
If a ni*** get to trippin’, get the bang-bang
Believe with this bitch, man, I put that shit on everything

She tryna pull my pants down
I was lightin’ up a stoge on my break time
Told her, “Babe, I got a meetin’ over FaceTime”
She don’t care, my lil’ mama never waste time (Uh, wow)

Gotta catch a flight real quick
Snuck a Xanny on the plane in her fuckin’ lipstick
She look at me and laugh, give a f*** what I think
And she batshit crazy, but I like her like this, yeah

Shawty so bad, man, shawty so cold
Wanna go out, twenty-five years old
Met her in the club, they were playin’ “Psycho”
Now we match APs and they all rose-gold

And we both can agree
Uh, she wilder than me

Who tryna, who tryna go? (Go)
Who gon’ drop it down like there’s money on the floor? (Hoe)
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?

She my spicy lil’ mama, she let me bust her piñata (Piñata)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow