Spicy Lyrics – Ty Dolla Sign – Post Malone

Spicy song is from the album Featuring Ty Dolla $ign. The song is sung by Ty Dolla $ign, Post Malone. The song is penned by Austin Post, Glenda Proby, James Royo, Nye Lee Jr, Tyrone Griffin Jr, Westen Weiss. Music Label Atlantic Recording.


Spicy Song Credits

 

Song Title – Spicy
Album – Featuring Ty Dolla $ign
Singer – Ty Dolla $ign, Post Malone
Lyricist – Austin Post, Glenda Proby, James Royo, Nye Lee Jr, Tyrone Griffin, Jr. , Westen Weiss
Music Label – Atlantic Recording

 

Spicy Song Lyrics

Who tryna, who tryna go
Who gon’ drop it down like there’s money on the floor
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it
She my spicy lil’ mama, she let me bust her piñata
I buy her all the designer, but she’s still leavin’ tomorrow, ayy

Who tryna, who tryna go
Who nigga hope that she don’t
Who tryna slide for the night
Who tryna wife her, not I
Know my name, say my name
Yellow diamonds on my chain, lemonade
I can never be your main, but tell your man
You gon’ have to call him back another time
Girl, let’s get high and vibe
Go up, get loud
Get right here and now
Yeah, tell me

Who tryna, who tryna go
Who gon’ drop it down like there’s money on the floor
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it
She my spicy lil’ mama, she let me bust her piñata
I buy her all the designer, but she’s still leavin’ tomorrow, ayy

She tryna pull my pants down
I was lightin’ up a stoge on my break time
Told her, “Babe, I got a meetin’ over FaceTime”
She don’t care, my lil’ mama never waste time
Gotta catch a flight real quick
Snuck a Xanny on the plane in her fuckin’ lipstick
She look at me and laugh, give a fuck what I think
And she batshit crazy, but I like her like this, yeah
Shawty so bad, man, shawty so cold
Wanna go out, twenty-five years old
Met her in the club, they were playin’ “Psycho”
Now we match APs and they all rose-gold
And we both can agree
Ooh, she wilder than me

Yeah, tell me who tryna, who tryna go
Who gon’ drop it down like there’s money on the floor
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars
Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it
She my spicy lil’ mama, she let me bust her piñata
I buy her all the designer, but she’s still leavin’ tomorrow, ayy

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