Lyrics of 'Spicy (feat. Post Malone)' by Ty Dolla $ign

(Damn James)
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)

Who tryna, who tryna go? (Go)
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor? (Ho)
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata (Piñata)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow

Ayy, shawty wanna go, she slidin' (Slidin')
Shawty wanna go 'cause I'm him
Shawty got a man, but the dick weak (Weak)
She gon' hit me up when she miss me (Me)
Dale, dale, dale, no pierdas sentido
She a big freak, yeah, we know (We know)
We got 42, she want Tito (Yeah)
She left a mark on my shirt, it's mascara
She gave me top outside of Toca Madera (Madera)
She don't wear Vicky Secret, that's La Perla (Yeah)
Got to change my shirt, she a squirter

Hoy es Loui', mañana Gucci
De desayuno ha pedido sushi
A los malo' vibroso' le' dice: "Fuchi", yoh
Rebelde, Mia Colucci
De Medallo para Isla, di quien es
Me habla mal de mí y no sé ni quien e'
I'm sorry, estos son otros nivele'
Sé como hacer pa' que este liberes, ma', ey
Eso es tuyo, me pertenece
Tú siempre firme, se te agradece, yoh
Factura y no mequeñece'
No estatura, me merece'

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Who tryna, who tryna do a lil' coke? (Coke)
Who tryna get busy on a boat? (Boat)
Bad bitch, she wanna get seen in the Ghost
She made a nigga toes curl, ooh, that's a stroke
You know it's gang, you know it's gang
Same nigga, stayed the same, I never changed
Only thing I probably change is the lane
Your bitch a sucker for a blood, she a blade
I don't buy the designer, I give her dick (Dick)
Scale of one to ten, I ain't never no six (Six)
Nigga said he balling, his niggas never took no trip (Trip)
Said he killed the pussy, she ain't never had no dent (Dent)
Ooh, this nigga shaky, quit be so Walt Disney
They kid it, they Micky, I know how to make it sticky
Bust it like piñatas, like a nigga from the streets sent me

Yeah, who tryna, who tryna go? (Ayy)
Hop in Maybach, I'm a thottie, I'm a ho
I get neck, I get throat, I'm a dog, I'm a goat
I'm a west-side nigga, hit your friend on the low
I fly by in three million, tell 'em bye
And them diamonds on my wrist, they like tie-dye
I'm a typo, you know the fuckin' vibes
Told that bitch give me space, she wanna spend the night
I'm leaving for no reason
Bitches love me 'cause I don't need em
Pull up in that drop, and I'm bumping that Joe Weezy
Sunset rooftop, birds, I'm feedin'
I just entertain, you barely maintain
Two sisters kissin' on me, that's the same thing
If a nigga get to trippin', get the bang-bang
Believe with this bitch, man, I put that shit on everything

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 (Ooh, wow)
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

Who tryna, who tryna go? (Go)
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor? (Ho)
Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama, she let me bust her piñata (Piñata)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow