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[Intro: LD]
Splurgeboys
Alla dat, alla dat

[Verse 1: Monkey]
Guns, money, jugs
Guns, money, jugs
Joogin’, joogin’, joogin’
The pigs they be lookin’
5-0 on a nigga on the wing with a [?], fuck them
Got ‘dem crack rocks in the alleyway, the traps gotta pay
Got money comin’ in hella ways
Big guns, still gotta trade
C Rose whippin’ up some yay
Gang shit sippin’ on some [?]
R6, yeah that’s my little nigga
Yeah my little nigga do you broad day
Lets lurk, two L’s up, get your bells up
What more can I say?

[Verse 2: ASAP]
Big spinner
Long nose ting got me feelin’ like a cowboy
Kway kway, with a hard pack
Tryna blend in like a white boy
.22 that’s a light toy
2 bells in that 12
Double tap, do him two times
Trap hard ’til I’m dead up
I need hella rackets and food lines
Smashin’ out FIFA, 25
Make a killin’ that’s every night
Huntin’ knife on a lurk
Lurkin’ ’round for a kill
Or a backpack with a 12
Best dash, duck and dive from these bells

[Hook: LD]
Niggas ain’t comin’ round this side
Big WAPS on the corner
Big bike, four door, real pushbike
67 pens are bustin’
Look at my chest, look how it sits right
.44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust
We don’t know about fist fights
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
These niggas ain’t comin’ round this side

[Verse 4: Dimzy]
Scales out, clingfilm and stones
If you’re talking tickets, yeah we sold out shows
Bro got tickets, said he sold out snow
Young days outside was cold
Big heat for the cause
‘Til we love the beef, too hot, too cold
I’ll slide on you anytime for bro
That’s big 40s and chunky stones
Feds on my case won’t leave me alone
(I gotta run now)
Hoes on my case won’t leave me alone
I’m smoking quickly, backwards roach
I’m fly, you’re high like a drone

[Verse 5: Liquez]
Don’t know about ‘dem but I’m livin’ my dream
I get racks from trap ’cause I cut down bits and bobs of green
I get racks from rap ’cause right now we’re wrapping up the music scene
Green, orange, blue notes are pink, know it true say I love the queen
No mileage, my Loobs’ are clean
Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans
She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez
67 gang, can’t source like we
No mileage, my Loobs’ are clean
Versace hoes at my Balmain jeans
She say you got sauce but no sauce like Liquez
67 gang, can’t source like we

[Hook: LD]
Niggas ain’t comin’ round this side
Big WAPS on the corner
Big bike, four door, real pushbike
67 pens are bustin’
Look at my chest, look how it sits right
.44 keep it safe, in skengs we trust
We don’t know about fist fights
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
Swear these bruddas ain’t learning
.44 corn just burn him
These niggas ain’t comin’ round here
Won’t go around there ’cause 67 lurking
These niggas ain’t comin’ round this side

[Outro]
Splurgeboys

Ah, yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
Ah, woah

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

Spice Girl, freaky lil mama
Said she on a diet so she only eat bananas
Always in your prime, other women don’t align
And when I’m off work then you know it’s bed time
So let’s go (hey), let’s hit the I-5
Get away from B.S., don’t waste no down time (hey)
I don’t ever like ’em boujee, that’s the type that wanna sue me
And when we get together, hit it like fever forever

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

British girl (hey), got a show in London
Won’t you come around? Put you on the list, it’s nothin’
Say you gotta work ’cause you’re studyin’ for Masters
Yeah, these women fine but only on the camera (ooh)
They deceivin’, super thievin’
They fitness come and go like when they weave in
I never listen to the schemin’ type
I want the Sporty, Scary, Ginger spice

I wanna know, is this real or fake?
Do I have a chance or am I pavin’ ways?
I’m tryna find a reason not to say your name
Like you, there’s no look-a-like

I need a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a Spice Girl
Zig-a-zig-ah, fuck up my whole world
Pause when she talk, nothin’ like oh girl
Scary and Sporty, tell her what I want
What I really, really want is a

My girl’s a Spice Girl
Her world is my world
And most of all she’s fine to me
And aligned with the infatuation I feel
I need a Spice Girl

Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Go pop it for a player, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a player, drop-drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio, serve that scampi
You got it if you want it, got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it, take my wallet if you want it, now

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my fleeka
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything twenty-four karats
Take a look in that mirror (take a look)
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? (is it you?) is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
(Girl, let’s put some miles on it)
Anything you want
(Just to put a smile on you)
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

You say you want a good time
Well here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Talk to me, tell me what’s on your mind
What’s on your mind
If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
What you tryna do

Cool jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like (that’s what I like)
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

[Intro]
Let me tell you what it is
Do you mind if I do?
I know I can be honest with you
‘Cause I don’t like it as it is

[Verse 1]
I don’t like it as it is
A disaster scenario
So don’t look at what you did
This melted gelato

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
It’s not love but wait

[Verse 2]
I’ll be standing by the jukebox
Champagne or Prosecco?
I was playing classics by the Buzzcocks
Battiato and Lucio

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
Open up your legs

[Chorus]
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along

[Verse 3]
You don’t mind it as it is
Bonanza, che bello!
Well I’ll show you how to win
My festival di Sanremo

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
It’s not over yet

[Verse 4]
Now I’m looking like the bad cop
Sunbathing in Rio
Switching unsophisticated soft rock
To Beethoven’s Concerto

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
Open up your legs

[Chorus]
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along

[Outro]
Ça y est c’est fini
Je veux croire que le meilleur est à venir
Je sais que le pire l’est aussi
Alors laisse-moi compter les moutons
Chanter nos chansons, rêver à l’unisson

[Intro]
Let me tell you what it is
Do you mind if I do?
I know I can be honest with you
‘Cause I don’t like it as it is

[Verse 1]
I don’t like it as it is
A disaster scenario
So don’t look at what you did
This melted gelato

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
It’s not love but wait

[Verse 2]
I’ll be standing by the jukebox
Champagne or Prosecco?
I was playing classics by the Buzzcocks
Battiato and Lucio

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
Open up your legs

[Chorus]
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along

[Verse 3]
You don’t mind it as it is
Bonanza, che bello!
Well I’ll show you how to win
My festival di Sanremo

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
It’s not over yet

[Verse 4]
Now I’m looking like the bad cop
Sunbathing in Rio
Switching unsophisticated soft rock
To Beethoven’s Concerto

Love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime ! ¡Te quiero!
Open up your legs

[Chorus]
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no no
Don’t tell me, don’t tell me no
I’ll say Ti amo till we get along

[Outro]
Ça y est c’est fini
Je veux croire que le meilleur est à venir
Je sais que le pire l’est aussi
Alors laisse-moi compter les moutons
Chanter nos chansons, rêver à l’unisson