Lyrics Spicy (feat. Fivio Foreign & A$AP Ferg) [Bonus Track] - Nas feat. Fivio Foreign & A$AP Ferg
Pricy
Hit-Boy
Boss
shit,
your
Lordship
Niggas
talkin′
yachts
since
I'm
on
shit
I
used
to
run
the
block,
now
I′m
corporate
(corporate)
Hoppin'
out,
you
know
it's
Son
when
the
doors
lift
Whole
squad
hide
the
burners
(whole
squad)
Mets
hats
in
the
sky
like
Bobby
Shmurda
They
watch
me
like
the
chip′,
courtside
at
The
Rucker
Flow
only
getting
tougher,
she
beggin′
me
to
cuff
her
Brooklyn
Sweet
Chick,
waffles
with
raspberry
butter
Wear
a
mink
at
the
roller
rink
middle
of
the
summer
If
I
can't
get
it
done,
I
got
soldiers
with
me
to
cover
Queens
get
the
money,
we
only
stackin′
it
upwards
G's
stay
icy
′cause
shit
get
spicy
She
on
Demon
Time,
I
get
her
a
timepiece
Patek,
niggas
not
lit,
not
like
me
Can't
get
nothin′
by
me,
my
mind
is
2090
Qué
lo
que,
everybody
pricy
Cost
money,
beat
the
charge
money
Fast
money,
push
to
start
money
Large
money,
Escobar
money
Little
advice
(little
advice),
always
add
spice
(uh)
Always
get
the
liquor
with
the
ice
(not
me)
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
that's
his
wife
(nah)
I
could
bag
any
bitch
in
these
all
white
Nikes
(uh)
That
ain′t
right,
if
she
tell
me,
no,
I′m
gettin'
tight
Look,
every
time
you
saw
me
I
was
nice
(ayy)
Every
time
I
saw
you,
you
was
light
(you
was)
Uh,
every
bitch
you
with
look
like
a
dyke
(Lil′
bitch)
Uh,
I
mean
she
might
(might),
not
never
be
my
type,
nah
She
might
never
be
my
type,
look
That
bitch
is
trash,
I
only
fuck
her
for
the
hype
(uh)
I
only
fuck
her
for
the
hype,
look
(uh)
Qué
lo
que,
everybody
pricy
Cost
money,
beat
the
charge
money
Fast
money,
push
to
start
money
Large
money,
Escobar
money
Niggas
saying
Ferg
back,
but
I
been
with
the
shits
(yeah)
Might
make
a
grill
with
Tiffany's
on
my
gentleman
shit
(right)
My
drill
niggas
out
in
Brooklyn
and
they
spinnin′
and
shit
(yeah)
Bumpin'
Pop
out
the
whip
while
we
sippin′
and
shit
(movie)
Model
bitches
that's
precise,
fuck
attendants
off
the
flights
Keep
the
vision
through
the
lights,
never
blinded
by
the
hype
Keep
the
Tommy
near
the
belly,
sincere
'cause
I′m
hype
Got
a
ghetto
Naomi
Campbell,
designer
with
the
Nikes
I′m
the
one
talkin'
spice,
12
year
old
killers
With
the
guns
and
the
knives,
better
run
for
your
life
Got
a
queen
in
Queens
and
my
ex
a
Puerto
Rican
spice
My
Harlem
bitch
doin′
time,
gettin'
caught
up
with
the
swipes
Qué
lo
que,
everybody
pricy
Cost
money,
beat
the
charge
money
(uh)
Fast
money,
push
to
start
money
(uh)
Large
money,
Escobar
money
(lil′
bitch)
Hit-Boy,
we
got
another
one
(Pricy)
Nastradamus,
Fivio
(vroom)
A$AP
Ferg
(yeah)
1 Blue Benz
2 Spicy (feat. Fivio Foreign & A$AP Ferg) [Bonus Track]
3 The Cure
4 10 Points
5 The Definition (feat. Brucie B)
6 27 Summers
7 King's Disease
8 Replace Me (feat. Big Sean & Don Toliver)
9 Full Circle (feat. The Firm, AZ, Foxy Brown & Cormega)
10 Til The War Is Won (feat. Lil Durk)
11 Car #85 (feat. Charlie Wilson)
12 All Bad (feat. Anderson .Paak)
13 Ultra Black (feat. Hit-Boy)
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