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zJakkies - SPICY SALSA Lyrics



zJakkies - SPICY SALSA Lyrics
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I'm up
Lay down, I'm up
Lay down, I'm up
I'm up, I'm up
She giving that soul on me, yeah
And she got a hold on me, yeah
Dropping her clothes on me, yeah
Yeah
My side piece
But she still be a mf hottie
Slim waste pretty face like SADÉ
My emotions take over can't hide it
In the bed she come over I like it
Take my shirt off she feel on my body
Go n' get yo' nails did and polished
Back to work cause the money keep calling
These niggas be pussy huh, feline
She givin' that honey with the bees
Honey combs & sweets
I'm in the beehive
They tried to call me crazy, but that's how I made it
These niggas can't never not be quiet
They playin my song, huh rewind
Yeah run dat shit back like 3 times
Shawty tryna hold up on my wrist oh-yuh
Cartier diamonds how the glisten oh yuh
Pull up in a nice out-fit oh-yuh
Look so fly made em glitch gli-glit
Pose outside for da fit, fit pics
She just wan a young nigga dick, lick it
Fell in luv with a bad bitch, wicked
Drive fast cops giving me tickets
Vroom
I ain't paying that shit
She want Chanel hand bag
With the Cartier lens
& her hair hang down to her breast
We got mo bricks than da pyramids
Stacking that Syrian
Ancient Mysterious tech
And me and god too connected
No wrong be detected
It mean I don't gotta confess, aye
Yeah-uh
I face that shit just like skincare
Splash up her body up now it's swimwear, yeah
It's time to grow up gone get there
Talking healing and growth it ain't linear, yeah
I'm too advanced had to the past to be present
I already been there
If you down bad then you gotta move past
I'd be damned if the story had end there
My auntie said to stay ready
So you do not ever have to go get prepared
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
These hoes wan me be their mister
I want her mom cousin and sister
I beat it up give that hoe blisters
Don't talk to hoes I be reserved
Do know who I am do ya re-search
She want the wood she get splinters
We doing magic I feel like a wizard
Don't f*ck with lean I ain't sippin' siz-syrup
All these hoes want a nigga it's absurd
I don't even know where tf to turn
Ion even know how tf to curve
Said yes to a hoe no sir
She want a hood nigga
My jacket doesn't got a hood nigga, yeah
(Laughs)
We got dat shit on and no you can't have it
She like my fit from my head to my aglet
Beatin' it up now her body Collapsing
Pop out the function now we get it crackin'
Uh, I take you back down to the mansion
To paint the walls with some affection
Like so like dat, uh
Aye, let me tell you one time
Let me tell you one time
Hoe, wassup
Woke up to morning wood
Do it taste good love how's your breakfast
I been goin way too hard, 4" wit 2" long it might be a erection
Niggas tried watching us, copy us, stalking us
You might as well be detective
Then you go jacking the sauce
But that shit is off
Recipe is defective
No I did not get your mention
No I did not get your message
I feed dat hoe crumbs bread bits
She bite my ear drum, fetish
Most of these ppl be dead to me
I do not want ur friendship
Lil boy I'm not yo enemy
That kid be tryna set trip
Vroom
I ain't paying that shit
She want Chanel hand bag
With the Cartier lens
& her hair hang down to her breast
We got mo bricks than da pyramids
Stacking that Syrian
Ancient Mysterious tech
And me and god too connected
No wrong be detected
He said I don't gotta confess
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I'm up
Lay down, I'm up
Lay down, I'm up
I'm up, I'm up
She giving that soul on me, yeah
And she got a hold on me, yeah
Dropping her clothes on me, yeah
Yeah
My side piece
But she still be a mf hottie
Slim waste pretty face like SADÉ
My emotions take over can't hide it
In the bed she come over I like it
Take my shirt off she feel on my body
Go n' get yo' nails did and polished
Back to work cause the money keep calling
These niggas be pussy huh, feline
She givin' that honey with the bees
Honey combs & sweets
I'm in the beehive
They tried to call me crazy, but that's how I made it
These niggas can't never not be quiet
They playin my song, huh rewind
Yeah run dat shit back like 3 times
Shawty tryna hold up on my wrist oh-yuh
Cartier diamonds how the glisten oh yuh
Pull up in a nice out-fit oh-yuh
Look so fly made em glitch gli-glit
Pose outside for da fit, fit pics
She just wan a young nigga dick, lick it
Fell in luv with a bad bitch, wicked
Drive fast cops giving me tickets
Vroom
I ain't paying that shit
She want Chanel hand bag
With the Cartier lens
& her hair hang down to her breast
We got mo bricks than da pyramids
Stacking that Syrian
Ancient Mysterious tech
And me and god too connected
No wrong be detected
It mean I don't gotta confess, aye
Yeah-uh
I face that shit just like skincare
Splash up her body up now it's swimwear, yeah
It's time to grow up gone get there
Talking healing and growth it ain't linear, yeah
I'm too advanced had to the past to be present
I already been there
If you down bad then you gotta move past
I'd be damned if the story had end there
My auntie said to stay ready
So you do not ever have to go get prepared
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
These hoes wan me be their mister
I want her mom cousin and sister
I beat it up give that hoe blisters
Don't talk to hoes I be reserved
Do know who I am do ya re-search
She want the wood she get splinters
We doing magic I feel like a wizard
Don't f*ck with lean I ain't sippin' siz-syrup
All these hoes want a nigga it's absurd
I don't even know where tf to turn
Ion even know how tf to curve
Said yes to a hoe no sir
She want a hood nigga
My jacket doesn't got a hood nigga, yeah
(Laughs)
We got dat shit on and no you can't have it
She like my fit from my head to my aglet
Beatin' it up now her body Collapsing
Pop out the function now we get it crackin'
Uh, I take you back down to the mansion
To paint the walls with some affection
Like so like dat, uh
Aye, let me tell you one time
Let me tell you one time
Hoe, wassup
Woke up to morning wood
Do it taste good love how's your breakfast
I been goin way too hard, 4" wit 2" long it might be a erection
Niggas tried watching us, copy us, stalking us
You might as well be detective
Then you go jacking the sauce
But that shit is off
Recipe is defective
No I did not get your mention
No I did not get your message
I feed dat hoe crumbs bread bits
She bite my ear drum, fetish
Most of these ppl be dead to me
I do not want ur friendship
Lil boy I'm not yo enemy
That kid be tryna set trip
Vroom
I ain't paying that shit
She want Chanel hand bag
With the Cartier lens
& her hair hang down to her breast
We got mo bricks than da pyramids
Stacking that Syrian
Ancient Mysterious tech
And me and god too connected
No wrong be detected
He said I don't gotta confess
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Writer: Jack Manikoth
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Length: 4:12
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