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a$ap ferg - spice girls (2011) lyrics

i’m trying to be as famous as the spice girls
got ’em dancing off beat like them white girls
i’m trying to be as famous as the spice girls
got ’em dancing off beat like them white girls
i’m trying to be as famous as the spice girls
got ’em dancing off beat like them white girls
i’m trying to be as famous as the spice girls
got ’em dancing off beat like them white girls

talk sh-t and i dead them
caskets with them shiny suits i send [?] better
west end crip with a model b-tch she gon’ giraffe neck ’em
see them numbers on his toes i guess that’s when i text ’em
say hi to the reverend, say low to the devil
cause its dark as h-ll and h-ll is hot so put some coal in the shovel
i be on that next sh-t, a$ap on my necklace
a$ap boy i’m necklace, now put that on your death with
my daddy dies when i was 17 three days before my birthday though
i cried once never cried again cause real n-gg-s will never go
my momma wanted to kick me out, [?] boy you’ll never grow
but i hoped back on my [?] as i started to get all this rapping though
my fashion so immaculant, yves saint laurant, and ralph lauren
and raf simmons and mexico
i’mma a map for sure, i’ll mack your hoe
my tat is so a$ap for sure
i’m laughing though cause i’m blasting hoes
all of these white, white b-tches got me dancing slow

double l’s [?]
dirty bands versacheesy
medusa head when it say cheesy
all the pics make the b-tches peepee
harlem boy you ain’t know that though
throw idaho cause i da hoe
i ride it slow, try to go
cause i’m on green like a pot of gold
my eyes is low, rent is high, car sitting low
test a dawg, police a d-ck, they want to start
don’t even budge pd [?]
her knees is low, d-ck is hard
head [?], sh-t i’m a star
i need to f-ck, a big body guard prolly rush a n-gg- with a mighty scar
duff a n-gg- if he talking sh-t
won’t f-ck your b-tch, but she’ll f-ck my d-ck
i like ’em tall and mighty thick
who p-ssy dope like a f-cking brick
toss that sh-t from wall to wall
i’m tipped slow i’m paul wall
ghost ride the whip with open doors
her neck is out with open jaws
cobra, met a b-tch like any kind of cobra
i pop that b-tch like a soda
she don’t mind i’m a little bit older
i’m out this world i’m in the solar
hit that girl call me bi-polar
make ’em say uh no lemon solider
candy paint when this crew roll ya

what up y’all this is geri spice
and i just want to give a shoutout to my n-gg- a$ap ferg i love you baby
i also want to give a shoutout to all my baby spice girls i love you b-tches

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