[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
I always liked the Spice Girls
Was never into nice, too-polite, clingy-type girls
You texted me them broken hearts, just say what's on your mind, girl
I see them three dots, for three minutes, go ahead and type, girl
Always into weird, feared, dark-type girls
Independent, "don't need no nigga, keep on they light" girls
Don't mean to be cliché but I like girls, that like girls
That like girls, that like—huh
I'm into "hood-type, ain't afraid to fight" girls
That be like "dead-ass" or "I put that on my life" girls
Them scam-type girls, "Take me to Barney's," straight swipe girls
Them gang-type girls, pass at the rager, see swipe girls
I'm into philosophical read-your-mind-type girls
That stay woke and eyes stay low from all the—ah!
Girl you more petty than pretty, get-the-last-laugh-type girls
And hey, I'm in your city, what you doin' tonight, girls?
[Chorus: Dave B]
Make sure the blind on the windows is closed
I swear you only hit me after my shows
What I fall into, it's the God in you
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
I'm only here for one night so who knows
It's that time all the homies, them chose
What I fall into, it's the God in you
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooohh, ooh, ooh, ooohh)
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooohh, ooh, ooh, ooohh)
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
I always liked the Spice Girls
Was never into nice, too-polite, clingy-type girls
You texted me them broken hearts, just say what's on your mind, girl
I see them three dots, for three minutes, go ahead and type, girl
Always into weird, feared, dark-type girls
Independent, "don't need no nigga, keep on they light" girls
Don't mean to be cliché but I like girls, that like girls
That like girls, that like—huh
I'm into "hood-type, ain't afraid to fight" girls
That be like "dead-ass" or "I put that on my life" girls
Them scam-type girls, "Take me to Barney's," straight swipe girls
Them gang-type girls, pass at the rager, see swipe girls
I'm into philosophical read-your-mind-type girls
That stay woke and eyes stay low from all the—ah!
Girl you more petty than pretty, get-the-last-laugh-type girls
And hey, I'm in your city, what you doin' tonight, girls?
[Chorus: Dave B]
Make sure the blind on the windows is closed
I swear you only hit me after my shows
What I fall into, it's the God in you
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
I'm only here for one night so who knows
It's that time all the homies, them chose
What I fall into, it's the God in you
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooohh, ooh, ooh, ooohh)
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
(Ooh, ooh, ooohh, ooh, ooh, ooohh)
I could drown in your holy water, ooh
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