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Spicy (Remix) [feat. J Balvin, YG, Tyga & Post Malone]

Ty Dolla $ign

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ty Dolla $ign

Vocals

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ty Dolla $ign

Producer

Louis Bell

Mixing Engineer

Scott Stratton

Assistant Mastering Engineer

Grace Royo

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Nate Graves

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Todd Norman

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Andrew Keller

Assistant Engineer

Sam Agbasi

Assistant Recording Engineer

Mike Bozzi

Mastering Engineer

James Royo

Mixing Engineer

Westen Weiss

Producer

Damn James

Producer

Nick Mac

Recording Engineer

Rafael Fai Bautista

Rafael Fai Bautista

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Who tryna, who tryna go?

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?

Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?

Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?

She my spicy lil' mama

She let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer

But she still leaving tomorrow

Shorty, wanna go, she slidin'

Shorty, wanna go 'cause I'm him

Shorty, got a man, but the dick weak

She gon' hit me up when she miss me

Dale, dale, dale

No pierdas sentido

She a big freak, yeah, we know

We got fourty two, she want Tito

She left a mark on my shirt, it's mascara

She gave me top outside of Toca Madera

She don't wear Vicky Secret, that's La Perla

Gotta change my shirt, she a squirter

Hoy es Louis, mañana Gucci

De desayuno ha pedido sushi

A lo malo, vibroso, le dice "Fuchi"

Yo, Rebelde, Mia Colucci

De Medallo para Isla, di quien es

Te habla mal de mí y no sé ni quién es

I'm sorry, estos son otros nivele'

Sé como hacer pa' que el este liberes, ma'

Eso tuyo, me pertenece

Tú siempre firme, se te agradece

Factura y no mequeñeces

No, estás dura, me mereces

Who tryna, who tryna do a lil' coke?

Who tryna get fuck crazy on a boat?

Bad bitch, she wanna get seen in the Ghost

She made a **** toes curl, uh, that's a stroke

You know it's gang, you know it's gang

Same ****, 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 her designer, I give her dick

Scale one to ten, I ain't never had no six

**** say he balling, his bitch never took no trip

Say he killed the pussy, she ain't never had no dent

This shit treaky, these **** so Walt Disney

They kid it, they Mickey, I know how to make it sticky

Bust it like piñatas, like wholesome the streets sent me

They sent me

Who tryna, who tryna go?

Hop in Maybach, I'm a thottie, I'm a hoe

I get neck, I get throat, I'm a dog, I'm a goat

I'm a West Side ****, 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 **** 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

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

Shorty so bad, man, shorty 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

Uh, she's wilder than me

Who tryna, who tryna go?

Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor?

Who tryna, who tryna bust it for the dollars?

Who tryna freak, bring their homegirl and run it?

She my spicy lil' mama

She let me bust her piñata

I buy her all the designer

But she still leaving tomorrow