Junglep**y - Spicy 103 FM lyrics

[Verse 1] Are you willing to feel strange for a while? Escape your element You are now listening to Spicy 103 FM And the F is for fine motherf**er 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 helicopter Or you copped the Mercedes [Verse 2] It's me, JP, honestly I'mma come clean This n***a don't 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 sh** 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 p**n just to watch with popcorn Wrote a love song just to show my heart warm Every picky b**h checklist got torn All you tees hoodies sweatpants was worn As my wifey uniform sunshine thunderstorm The p**y perform professional Pretty, pampered, presentable, f**boy 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, k**in time Hol up, I got another caller on the line [Verse 2: Caller #1's Man] Wad' up. I'm her bae, the f**in 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? [Verse 3] 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 a** n***as of the back of my windshield Actin up, caught you slippin trippin on banana peels Now your heart is at the f**in bottom of my six inch heels [Outro] 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