Lil Kim – Spicy (feat. Fabolous)

[Verse 1: Lil’ Kim]
(Muah!) Muy caliente
Time to keep it cool, that’s what the wrist say
Don’t be a fool, that’s what the fist say (woo)
I’m crushin’ these bitches like it’s a Wednesday
Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do
Inside whited out, I just erased you
Outside all black, it’s biracial
I’m married to the money and I’m so faithful
Man, this ring finger so icy (icy)
It’s like my middle finger don’t fuck with it (fuck y’all niggas)
These red bottoms so spicy (spicy)
It’s like there’s red pepper stuck to the bottom of ’em

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy
When Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Verse 2: Lil’ Kim]
Shit’s real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still
He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel
I’m too classy, too bossy
You bitches ain’t spicy, y’all just salty
Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Aubrey
Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life
And you bitches couldn’t Xscape with T.I’s wife
I’m so spicy

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy
When Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Bridge: Fabolous]
We steppin’ in hotter this year
We steppin’ in hotter this year
And they ain’t gon’ like it
They gon’ be spicy

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté
Then I sprinkle on it like I’m Salt Bae
Them jerks ain’t gettin’ chicken so they hot sauce
You drippin’ wack juice, boy, it’s not sauce
Stop hypin’ up these goofies and wack rhymers
Your dick suckin’ done got worse than Blac Chyna
Spice out the cabinet aka the closet
I’m makin’ up some fly shit, I’m makin’ a deposit
Remember we was playin’ we gon’ make it in the projects
To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex
Now I’m into cayenne, drippin’ sriracha
Tell a nigga stay cool ‘fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga
Get some bangin’ head, then amnesia on ’em
Should I plain jane or add the seasonin’ on em’?
Kimmy

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy (I-C-Y)
Why Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Bridge: Fabolous]
We steppin’ in hotter this year
We steppin’ in hotter this year
And they ain’t gon’ like it
They gon’ be spicy

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Outro: Fabolous]
Kimmy, they gon’ be spicy after this one!

Lil’ Kim – Spicy Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil’ Kim]
(Muah!) Muy caliente
Time to keep it cool, that’s what the wrist say
Don’t be a fool, that’s what the fist say (woo)
I’m crushin’ these bitches like it’s a Wednesday
Skrt skrt, that what the Wraith do
Inside whited out, I just erased you
Outside all black, it’s biracial
I’m married to the money and I’m so faithful
Man, this ring finger so icy (icy)
It’s like my middle finger don’t fuck with it (fuck y’all niggas)
These red bottoms so spicy (spicy)
It’s like there’s red pepper stuck to the bottom of ’em

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy
When Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Verse 2: Lil’ Kim]
Shit’s real, he got ADD, Kim make him sit still
He wanna know how these billion dollar lips feel
I’m too classy, too bossy
You bitches ain’t spicy, y’all just salty
Pull up with the draco in the trunk, call it Ari
Kimmy got the spice, hold the keys to ya life
And you bitches couldn’t Xscape with T.I’s wife
I’m so spicy

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy
When Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Bridge: Fabolous]
We steppin’ in hotter this year
We steppin’ in hotter this year
And they ain’t gon’ like it
They gon’ be spicy

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hold up, filet that pussy then let it sauté
Then I sprinkle on it like I’m Salt Bae
Them jerks ain’t gettin’ chicken so they hot sauce
You drippin’ wack juice, boy, it’s not sauce
Stop hypin’ up these goofies and wack rhymers
Your dick suckin’ done got worse than Blac Chyna
Spice out the cabinet aka the closet
I’m makin’ up some fly shit, I’m makin’ a deposit
Remember we was playin’ we gon’ make in the projects
To get that off white you gotta make it from the Pyrex
Now I’m into cayenne, drippin’ sriracha
Tell a nigga stay cool ‘fore we turn up in hot shit, nigga
Get some bangin’ head, then amnesia on ’em
Should I plain jane or add the seasonin’ on em’?
Kimmy

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
Pull up in the dawn, spicy
250 on the arm, spicy
They hate me, I see why, I’m so icy (I-C-Y)
Why Kim come through, they get spicy
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Bridge: Fabolous]
We steppin’ in hotter this year
We steppin’ in hotter this year
And they ain’t gon’ like it
They gon’ be spicy

[Hook: Lil’ Kim]
You know my niggas be, spicy
And all my bitches be, spicy
Red Birkin, red bottoms so spicy
The team lit, everythin’ we do spicy

[Outro: Fabolous]
Kimmy, they gon’ be spicy after this one!

Gawvi – God Speed (feat. Andy Mineo & KB)

[Intro: GAWVI]
Gawvi, Get ’em

[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
I feel like Usain in the cheetah print
Talk fresh game, I don’t need a mink
RIP the game, shh, I need a minute
Ok, let’s proceed with it
I’m in the house, gotta [?] with it
These bozos always sneak dissin’
They takin’ shots, I’ma keep with it
Like no, no, this league business
Who you really know? I’ve been movin’ under oath
Yeah, my connect is way up, I don’t keep it on the low
So tell my fam I’ll be ok
I sleep right where that reaper play
Even if I D.O.A I wake up and I see glory
‘Scuse my French, s’il vous plait
Ain’t no Benz, we don’t play
You might catch me on the "A"
End the verse like Salt Bae, aye
League

[Hook: Andy Mineo]
‘Bout to be some havoc like it’s Mobb Deep
Vrrrm, ’bout to hit the top speed
Uh, ayo Gawvi when you drop the beat
Make sure you wish ’em God speed

[Breakdown: GAWVI]

[Verse 2: KB]
In my bag, yeah, I don’t play
Way too much to navigate, you know my ways
You come test me, bet that tomb is empty
Know you can’t offend me, talk that trash, my crew is hefty
KB, KB, KB you so FLA, yes
I just let sunshine every word I state, yeah
Who that, who that, who that? That’s that HGA
Kingdom on my lips, that’s hallowed by thy name, yeah
Too much sauce, so Frito [?]
Every Latino, my sauce
Sazon with that pollo, frita loco
My dog’s from New York, Haiti, global, South the coast
All around the world support
Jesus, yes, that’s all we want
God speed!

[Hook: Andy Mineo]
‘Bout to be some havoc like it’s Mobb Deep
Vrrrm, ’bout to hit the top speed
Uh, ayo Gawvi when you drop the beat
Make sure you wish ’em God speed

[Breakdown: GAWVI]