
Spicy Game
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- 1980s
- city pop
- trap
- synthwave 80s
- female vocalist
- backing vocals
- bass
Lyrics
Verse 1
Enchanting eyes pull me close
She's the thickest in her village
Peppers made her spicy I suppose
Hips that sway with luscious privilege
Dressed so stylish head to toe
Fancy restaurants are where she glows
Loyal to her man and everybody knows
She plays hard to get that's how it goes
Chorus
Why you gotta make me chase what I can almost taste
Verse 2
Saturday night heels on the ground
Silk dress flowing turning heads around
Order the lobster don't even check the price
She knows her worth and she's precise
Got me waiting by the phone
Actin' like I'm not alone
But I know the game she plays
Caught up in her hazy haze
Chorus
Why you gotta make me chase what I can almost taste
Bridge
Those eyes they hypnotize
That walk no compromise
She gives and then she takes
The sweetest kind of ache
Chorus
Why you gotta make me chase what I can almost taste
Drop
Ooh ooh ooh
Chase it
Ooh ooh ooh
Almost taste it
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