Sugar & Spice
Better than the most
Now these kids be seeing ghost
I ain't got the time to brag or boast
What you talking bout whoa
I be chillin with the bro's
Now I be doing shows
Got the sugar spice and hoes yo
I ain't rollin with em now
I ain't rollin with em ever
Yeah they go and talk their talk
They ain't talking very clever
Nother heart I gotta sever
Better late than it never
I aint stay with the forever
Young Gun looking better
Talk ya talk on the boys
We deployWe destroy
Re-deploy re-destroy
You ain't nothing but a toy
Yeah you talking bout the squad
We pulling up you better dodge
Went from slaps in the garage
To coming
Better than the most
Now these kids be seeing ghost
I ain't got the time to brag or boast
What you talking bout whoa
I be chillin with the bro's
Now I be doing shows
Got the sugar spice and hoes yo
You don't wanna touch much bro's
I'm gonna do the most (Chill)
She love to be freaky that's my sugar spicy hoe (Whoa)
Love the red lipstick ride me like a rip stick
She wanna be my mistress uh
Spin her like chick flicks
Fuck on a limp bitch
Dealing with a bitch fit uh
All my nigga's eating we be feasting
Got like seven plates
Bitch I got two phones I really really
Feel like Kevin Gates
Put her in check like Nike now she like me
Sugar Spicy (Yeah)
She wanna be my wifey she so feisty
She might fight me yeah
Better than the most
Now these kids be seeing ghost
I ain't got the time to brag or boast
What you talking bout whoa
I be chillin with the bro's
Now I be doing shows
Got the sugar spice and hoes yo
Now these kids be seeing ghost
I ain't got the time to brag or boast
What you talking bout whoa
I be chillin with the bro's
Now I be doing shows
Got the sugar spice and hoes yo
I ain't rollin with em now
I ain't rollin with em ever
Yeah they go and talk their talk
They ain't talking very clever
Nother heart I gotta sever
Better late than it never
I aint stay with the forever
Young Gun looking better
Talk ya talk on the boys
We deployWe destroy
Re-deploy re-destroy
You ain't nothing but a toy
Yeah you talking bout the squad
We pulling up you better dodge
Went from slaps in the garage
To coming
Better than the most
Now these kids be seeing ghost
I ain't got the time to brag or boast
What you talking bout whoa
I be chillin with the bro's
Now I be doing shows
Got the sugar spice and hoes yo
You don't wanna touch much bro's
I'm gonna do the most (Chill)
She love to be freaky that's my sugar spicy hoe (Whoa)
Love the red lipstick ride me like a rip stick
She wanna be my mistress uh
Spin her like chick flicks
Fuck on a limp bitch
Dealing with a bitch fit uh
All my nigga's eating we be feasting
Got like seven plates
Bitch I got two phones I really really
Feel like Kevin Gates
Put her in check like Nike now she like me
Sugar Spicy (Yeah)
She wanna be my wifey she so feisty
She might fight me yeah
Better than the most
Now these kids be seeing ghost
I ain't got the time to brag or boast
What you talking bout whoa
I be chillin with the bro's
Now I be doing shows
Got the sugar spice and hoes yo
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Roach
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