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Song «Spa Day» von Le1f.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2013 01 28 (Mixtape), 2013 05 17 (Digital)
Label: Greedhead Entertainment
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Produktion: HarryB
Genre: Hip-Hop - Underground-Hip-Hop - Queerrap

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Le1f
HarryB

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[Verse 1: Le1f] I’m fabulous like duhduh duhduh dudduh I be that gully nigga looking sexy in the winter Niggas wanna flex and buy me dinner. I don’t mean to hurt Feelings but I’m only out chea for the winners Beast mode, all my niggas in feast mode with the Manicured toes and the pedicured souls Oh, judduno ju dunno? We taking spa days check my new god flow Fire like a cannonball. Watch me like cholesterol Peep how your man wants to eat it like a kati roll Easily i’m in the zone. Finna take your nigga home I’m not a yoga master but he wanna see my body fold Get the floormats; this that lay-back music You know I love to slay it how the gangstas do it Tell your phobic homeys they should get into it Unless they not feeling ready for the revolution and shit I’m feeling totally rejuvenated If you’re feeling bad vibes, man, I’m unrelated Oh, you mad i’m the bomb super saiyan? I’m saying...I’m that high top faded. [Hook: Le1f] Nigga, it’s a spa day Ooh la la, mazel tov. What can I say? Now what you wanna do? And who you wanna do it with? Me? That’s cute. okay! [Verse 2: Le1f] Niggas thirst. Birds they chirp I just do my best. I’m a jerk, I’m a flirt, I’m the best Yes bitch, i’m blessed, never cursed I’m on that triple x. I’m extreme. I’m the worst I’m a fly bird flapping out the coupe. Beaucoup niggas salute Dudes just wanna bring me home like the troops Oops, oh my. I’m too fly When I bat my batty boy eyes ya man cried Honestly, the truth is in my pudding I'mma show him things that her crystal ball wouldn't I stay juking no pussyfooting My bush is burning that got him looking but It’s no testament to my character Catch me in the cut eating apples with your pastor Allahu Akbar I’m feeling like a rockstar In the parking lot smoking weed in a parked car I’m cooly just chilling in my nook with a lookbook When I butterfly, passersby look and get shook They really wanna taste, wanna bite what this chef cooks Trick, I ain't no rookie. Peep my tootsi roll and left hook [Hook] [Verse 3: Le1f] I’m the number one panty dropper Make her man wanna go and get his choppa But we don’t want no problems Cuz like a mathematician quickly I solve em I make her Man wanna leave her and lick the johnson Finna wanna make it hot like in a sauna I dissolve ‘em; make him catch the vapors Trust and believe, I’m purple raining on ‘em haters [Hook]