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Figgy Baby - Spice Boi lyrics

Artist: Figgy Baby

album: Spice Boi


(Who's gonna give me top in the morning?)
(Who am I gonna see after the show?)
(Spice Boi)
And we coming from the back
And the stage is the front
And the crowd is at the bar
And we got it like, whoa
And we dancing through the space
And we running with some space
And they playing my shit
And we got it like, whoa
Everyone wear that,
Everyone wear this
Everyone look fly
And we got it like, whoa
Everyone look cute,
You can come home too,
You can come home three
And we got it like whoa
Here for the celebration
High like the elevation
High like we levitating
High like what was I saying?
Shoot, yeah
I ain't even had my drink yet
Ima pop my ass,
Let it sink ya
I'm a rock with it
Shoulder lean ya
I'm act a mess,
Make a scene ya
Might bang a drum
Pluck a string ya
Ima tip the bouncer and the DJ
Side streets,
No freeway
Come on
And we coming from the back
And the stage is the front
And the crowd is at the bar
And we got it like, whoa
And we dancing through the space
And we running with some space
And they playing my shit
And we got it like, whoa
Everyone wear that,
Everyone wear this
Everyone look fly
And we got it like, whoa
Everyone look cute,
You can come home too,
You can come home three
And we got it like
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And we got it like
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Buss it open for ya self
Buss it open for ya self
Young writers block,
I've been on my pen game
Bringing ya'll back off a snap,
Like it's end game
If you thick, get on top,
I can bench weight
Hurting them out here,
The homie need some bengay
The haters in a tizzy
It's exciting
It all help the algorithm,
Keep on writing
Imma paint the nails if we fighting
If i'm gonna catch a case,
Imma catch it looking fly,
God Damn
I'm the toast and the butter, boi
Guava jam
The fam up in a huddle, boi
Big plans
Y'all ain't ready for this thunder, boi
AC
Bouta be a spice summer, boi
And we coming from the back
And the stage is the front
And the crowd is at the bar
And we got it like, whoa
And we dancing through the space
And we running with some space
And they playing my shit
And we got it like, whoa
Everyone wear that,
Everyone wear this
Everyone look fly
And we got it like, whoa
Everyone look cute,
You can come home too,
You can come home three
And we got it like
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And we got it like
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Buss it open for ya self)
(Don't buss it for me)
(Buss it open for yourself)
(Don't buss it for me)
(Buss it open for yourself)
(Drinking water for your health)
(But buss it open for yourself)
(See, buss it, buss it, buss it)
(Buss it open for yourself)
(Buss it open for a Fig)
(Buss it open for me)
(Buss it for the neighbors, upstairs)
(Yeah, upset)

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