Spa Day

[Verse 1: Le1f]
I’m fabulous like duhduh duhduh dudduh
I be that gully nigga looking sexy in the winter
Niggas wanna flex and buy me dinner. I don’t mean to hurt
Feelings but I’m only out chea for the winners
Beast mode, all my niggas in feast mode with the
Manicured toes and the pedicured souls
Oh, judduno ju dunno?
We taking spa days check my new god flow
Fire like a cannonball. Watch me like cholesterol
Peep how your man wants to eat it like a kati roll
Easily i’m in the zone. Finna take your nigga home
I’m not a yoga master but he wanna see my body fold
Get the floormats; this that lay-back music
You know I love to slay it how the gangstas do it
Tell your phobic homeys they should get into it
Unless they not feeling ready for the revolution and shit
I’m feeling totally rejuvenated
If you’re feeling bad vibes, man, I’m unrelated
Oh, you mad i’m the bomb super saiyan?
I’m saying...I’m that high top faded.

[Hook: Le1f]
Nigga, it’s a spa day
Ooh la la, mazel tov. What can I say?
Now what you wanna do?
And who you wanna do it with?
Me? That’s cute. okay!

[Verse 2: Le1f]
Niggas thirst. Birds they chirp
I just do my best. I’m a jerk, I’m a flirt, I’m the best
Yes bitch, i’m blessed, never cursed
I’m on that triple x. I’m extreme. I’m the worst
I’m a fly bird flapping out the coupe. Beaucoup niggas salute
Dudes just wanna bring me home like the troops
Oops, oh my. I’m too fly
When I bat my batty boy eyes ya man cried
Honestly, the truth is in my pudding
I'mma show him things that her crystal ball wouldn't
I stay juking no pussyfooting
My bush is burning that got him looking but
It’s no testament to my character
Catch me in the cut eating apples with your pastor
Allahu Akbar I’m feeling like a rockstar
In the parking lot smoking weed in a parked car
I’m cooly just chilling in my nook with a lookbook
When I butterfly, passersby look and get shook
They really wanna taste, wanna bite what this chef cooks
Trick, I ain't no rookie. Peep my tootsi roll and left hook

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Le1f]
I’m the number one panty dropper
Make her man wanna go and get his choppa
But we don’t want no problems
Cuz like a mathematician quickly I solve em
I make her Man wanna leave her and lick the johnson
Finna wanna make it hot like in a sauna
I dissolve ‘em; make him catch the vapors
Trust and believe, I’m purple raining on ‘em haters

[Hook]