She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
You wouldn't know love if it smacked you on the ass
And you built that wall that'll never collapse
You were the present that I had left in the past (That you are)
But I can't get your taste out my mouth
And it's burning me out, don't keep turning me down
My wasabi spice
She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Yeah Yeah
I might drop bar
But I'll never drop the bar down
Y'all phone it in
I'm missin' all my calls now
Never can check me
I just saw them all bounce
Y'all ken, ball-less
Stuck inside the doll house
Gorgeous skin
I keep on my organs
Chocolate man
Gave y'all an assortment
I keep the spice
Like peas and rice
With pepper sauce
They never should have let me off the shelf
Back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I been passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had
I been back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I was passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had, yeah
Y'all expired
I got the bar code
I'm bar none
Y'all bared down
I'm in bar mode
Two in the barrel
Bark when it barrages you
That's barely a challenge
I been bare knuckle brawling you
How you supposed to bargain
You can't even gain bars
I'm noble like Barnes
You Barney's nail gloss
Shove off or eat the cum sauce
This rap game a stain sustains
It won't rub off but I'm
Fresher than some old cologne
Rolling like a mobile home
Brick house only stoned
Dick out Toblerone
This always goes over domes
Like water over Sandys tree
I belong in Ripley
I'm something that they can't believe
Need someone to pamper me for shitting on niggas
I've just been substantially too smitten for niggas
Her mouth on my fingertips she's lickin' the digits
I'm with it
She ask where I had these well actually in the
Back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I been passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had
I been back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I was passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had, yeah
MEL. The 8th - Wasabi & Bar Test. Lyrics
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She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
You wouldn't know love if it smacked you on the ass
And you built that wall that'll never collapse
You were the present that I had left in the past (That you are)
But I can't get your taste out my mouth
And it's burning me out, don't keep turning me down
My wasabi spice
She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Yeah Yeah
I might drop bar
But I'll never drop the bar down
Y'all phone it in
I'm missin' all my calls now
Never can check me
I just saw them all bounce
Y'all ken, ball-less
Stuck inside the doll house
Gorgeous skin
I keep on my organs
Chocolate man
Gave y'all an assortment
I keep the spice
Like peas and rice
With pepper sauce
They never should have let me off the shelf
Back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I been passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had
I been back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I was passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had, yeah
Y'all expired
I got the bar code
I'm bar none
Y'all bared down
I'm in bar mode
Two in the barrel
Bark when it barrages you
That's barely a challenge
I been bare knuckle brawling you
How you supposed to bargain
You can't even gain bars
I'm noble like Barnes
You Barney's nail gloss
Shove off or eat the cum sauce
This rap game a stain sustains
It won't rub off but I'm
Fresher than some old cologne
Rolling like a mobile home
Brick house only stoned
Dick out Toblerone
This always goes over domes
Like water over Sandys tree
I belong in Ripley
I'm something that they can't believe
Need someone to pamper me for shitting on niggas
I've just been substantially too smitten for niggas
Her mouth on my fingertips she's lickin' the digits
I'm with it
She ask where I had these well actually in the
Back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I been passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had
I been back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I was passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had, yeah
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
You wouldn't know love if it smacked you on the ass
And you built that wall that'll never collapse
You were the present that I had left in the past (That you are)
But I can't get your taste out my mouth
And it's burning me out, don't keep turning me down
My wasabi spice
She sure can handle her wasabi
But shawty let me handle you
Cause that's my little hot tamale
So gon' and spice up my day
Spice up my day
Yeah
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Yeah Yeah
I might drop bar
But I'll never drop the bar down
Y'all phone it in
I'm missin' all my calls now
Never can check me
I just saw them all bounce
Y'all ken, ball-less
Stuck inside the doll house
Gorgeous skin
I keep on my organs
Chocolate man
Gave y'all an assortment
I keep the spice
Like peas and rice
With pepper sauce
They never should have let me off the shelf
Back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I been passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had
I been back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I was passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had, yeah
Y'all expired
I got the bar code
I'm bar none
Y'all bared down
I'm in bar mode
Two in the barrel
Bark when it barrages you
That's barely a challenge
I been bare knuckle brawling you
How you supposed to bargain
You can't even gain bars
I'm noble like Barnes
You Barney's nail gloss
Shove off or eat the cum sauce
This rap game a stain sustains
It won't rub off but I'm
Fresher than some old cologne
Rolling like a mobile home
Brick house only stoned
Dick out Toblerone
This always goes over domes
Like water over Sandys tree
I belong in Ripley
I'm something that they can't believe
Need someone to pamper me for shitting on niggas
I've just been substantially too smitten for niggas
Her mouth on my fingertips she's lickin' the digits
I'm with it
She ask where I had these well actually in the
Back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I been passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had
I been back of the jag with the leg wagging out
With the passenger blasting my tracks again
I was passing the hash
But the hash wasn't brown
That's too much pizzazz the bag I had, yeah
Writer: Melvin Nelson
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