Spicy 103 FM Songtext
von Junglepussy

Are you willing to feel strange for a while?
Escape your elements
You are now listening to Spicy 103 FM
And the F is for FINE MOTHERFUCKA
To all the brothers out there listenin
Who know how to appreciate a strong minded
Hard working sister
Call us up at 877-B L A C K L-U-V tell us somethin good
That you did for your lady
And brothers we appreciate you too yo we do
We love you just keep comin with that stress-free loyalty
You feel me
Caller number 1
What have you done for your lady did you uber helicpter
Or you copped the Mercedes
It′s me JP honestly i'mma come clean
This nigga dont do nothin for me
But run up on me with the same old sad story
About a shorty in the streets actin horny, wild, and dumb like i′m foul
The type of shit that bugs me when you come home tryna hug me smellin like Popeye's, chickenheads and fries


Don't look me in my eyes I just see
Pies and thighs things we shoulda did future unborn kids made our own porn just to watch with popcorn
Wrote a love song just to show my heart warm
Every picky bitch checklist got torn
All you tees hoodies sweatpants was worn
As my wifey uniform sunshine thunderstorm
The pussy perform professional
Pretty, pampered, presentable, fuckboy credit unacceptable
I predict 2016 you gon be needin me like Nicotine
On your knees where u supposed to be
Since you chose to pose like I ain′t posed to be
In your arms when you posted with them hoes of thee
I′m in the kitchen cookin chickens in my hosiery
Hopin one day you probably propose to me
Since you opened your soul and exposed the G
Fornicating under my grandma rosary
Gotta hold on me grippin my waist
Slow grindin to Jodeci
I was ready like R. Kelly
It was the 14th of February champagne & cherries
Chit chatting with Christine, killin time
Hol up, I got another caller on the line
Wad' up. I′m her bae, the fuckin man of the day
Hey yo... I got somethin to say
You knew that night was a date that i just couldn't make
I was workin late trynna [?] the stunt on my birth date
And I hear you airin′ out dirty drawers in the worst way
Why you callin from a phone I paid for in the first place
Talkin bout Popeye's, do you remember our first date?
Brazilian steakhouse with the unlimited plates, great!
Cafe up on [?] where we kissed and just ate crepes
No boo up in Malibu, soul food up in Flatbush too
Relationships are more than food & lusty interactions dude
Subject of attachment, true love is just a battlefield
Wipin′ these whack ass niggas of the back of my windshield
Actin up, caught you slippin trippin on banana peels
Now your heart is at the fuckin bottom of my six inch heels
It goes on and on
It goes on and on and on
Oh, ohh, baby
Ah, baby, oh oh!
La-da-da-da-da-oh
It goes on and on
Ah, baby!
(Hello)
On and on, yeah