'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl
signed to sony But for half ya pub, ride that dick like a pony, what [ghostface] Yeah, what, put your money on my dick Girls, all eyes on my dick [charli
of your woman and your glory Leave the bad things behind, everybody's got a story (Ooh, yes they do) About love and the good things But all the spices
of your woman and your glory Leave the bad things behind Everybody's got a story, yes, they do About love and the good things But for the spices of your
see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you,
blindness you got. [Roxie Hart] He never lost a case? [Mama Morton] Never. Every girl in this place would kill to have Billy Flynn representing them. [Girls
Chorus:] The good girl went bad The good girl went bad The good girl went bad Cos bitches even gaffle boss ballers for cash The good girl went bad My good girl went bad The good girl
One: Angie Martinez, Lil' Kim It's ladies night what, it must be Angie on the mic The Butter P honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the L's tight,
, and another one Yeah Lil' kim, the queen bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll
is fitter than J.Lo, coz next to you she just a minger, fit as Destinys Child, well apart from tha lead singer, you's fitter than the Spice Girls
your big babylons (Hey, Shaggy, I can rap too) You is better than J-Lo, next to you she is just a minger Better than Destiny's Child, well, apart from the lead singer You is fitter than the Spice Girls
bottle anyway Ha ha ha Baby, Posh and Ginger And we've got Scary and Sporty, yeah Mixed together in a cooking pot You have the Spice Girls Ba, ba,
the queen bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight keep the rhymes right
The queen bee It's ladies night what, it must be angie on the mic The butter p honey got the sugar got the spice Roll the l's tight, keep the rhymes
body too tight Wearin' black and white and some brand new mike's Draped in ice, attitude nice You the type of woman that I need in my life To add a little spice