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Title track off our EP, "Spice Boi" dropping in July!
lyrics
Hook:
We coming from the back, and the stage is the front. And the crowd is at the bar. And we got it like, wow
And we dancing through the space and we running with some space. And they playing my shit and we got it like, wow
Everyone wear that, everyone wear this. Everyone look fly. And we got it like, wow
Everybody look cute, you can come home too, you can come home three and we got it like, wow
Verse 1:
Here for the celebration. High like the elevation. High like we levitating. High like what was I saying? Shoot, ya. I ain’t even had my drink yet. Ima pop my ass, let it sink ya. I’m a rock with it. shoulder lean ya. I’m act a mess, make a scene ya. Might bang a drum pluck a string ya. Ima tip the bouncer and the DJ. Side streets, no freeway. Come on.
Hook:
We coming from the back, and the stage is the front. And the crowd is at the bar (trip). And we got it like, wow
And we dancing through the space and we running with some space. And they playing my and we got it like, wow
Everyone wear that, everyone wear this. Everyone look fly. And we got it like, wow
Everybody look cute, you can come home too, you can come home three and we got it like, wow
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
And we got it like
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Buss it open for ya self
Buss it open for ya self
Buss it open for ya self
Buss it open for ya self
Verse 2:
Young writers block, I’ve been on my pen game
Bringing ya’ll back off a snap, like it’s end game
Get on top if you thick, I can bench weight
Hurting them out here, the homie need some bengay
All the hater in a tizzy. How exciting
It all help the algorithm, so keep on writing
I’m paint the nails if we fighting
If i’m gonna catch a case, ima catch it looking fly, man
God Damn
I’m the toast and the butter, boi
Guava jam
The fam up in a huddle, boi
Big plans
Y’all ain’t ready for this thunder, boi
AC
Bouta be a spice summer, boi
Hook:
We coming from the back, and the stage is the front. And the crowd is at the bar (trip). And we got it like, wow
And we dancing through the space and we running with some space. And they playing my and we got it like, wow
Everyone wear that, everyone wear this. Everyone look fly. And we got it like, wow
Everybody look cute, you can come home too, you can come home three and we got it like, wow
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
And we got it like
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
Buss it open for ya self
Buss it open for ya self
Don't’ buss it for me
Buss it open for ya self
Don't’ buss it for me
Buss it open for ya self
Drinking water for ya health
Buss it open for ya self
Say buss it, buss it, buss it
Buss it open for ya self
And buss it open for a Fig
Buss it open for me
And buss it open for the neighbors
Upstairs. Upset.
Figgy Baby is an internationally-touring rapper, dancer, and community builder based in Los Angeles who creates work
exploring the healing and reimagining of masculinity and manhood.
Best known for their gender defying style, thoughtful lyricism, and high-energy stage presence, Figgy Baby strives to create a fluid space through their music....more