A Taste of Talent (feat. RaffiK)
Itz DJAY
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[I love you Austin] I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad Main chick she wanted a watch Told her don't go in her pocket Just get the money out the stash Triple digit on the dash Pussy that's me going fast, yeah (Yeah) Triple digit on the dash, yeah Triple digit on the, triple digit on the I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad Main chick she wanted a watch Told her don't go in her pocket Just get the money out the stash Triple digit on the dash, pussy that's me going fast All these haters on my ass, but I leave em in the pass Nigga said I couldn't do it, that same pussy nigga in last I think I might crash out He told me to pull up and leave the car running He bringing the cash out, I told him I'm coming I'm bringing the choppas, I just left the stash house He told me hurry, cause niggas is on him And we got man down, shit we got a man down Give you a taste of talent this the start Nigga this more than music, this is art I cannot leave my niggas in the dark Know every lyric coming from the heart Talent with a dash of taste I ain't stopping till I see them gates Clutching it up like I'm fighting a case, and it's closed Niggas stay mad I'm Saul, when I palming the pole Hop back on this, like bitch Ine never left These niggas think I won't I will step on necks for some fucking checks These niggas think they hitting licks, nah Thats petty theft I'll hit up ya set, hit up a tech I'm hitting to wreck, start hitting the deck Taste of talent, know we lit Parking them bullets in yo son, we making him twitch Flip a nigga like a switch blade on me Snipe a nigga like Wesley, if he test me in this bitch Double f six, celest in bitch Put you on the market sell for less than a whip God's hitman, got a mark on my chest To remember this fit, test me I'm guessing the shit Copy the form, but can't copy the rizz Dripping more sauce, get me a bib Yo bitch ain't a baby, but she in my crib On this mic I go crazy, but I just want change how I live No you can't play me, I'm moving too smart Know that he fronting I'm watching him larp Talents is dying, these bullets is flying Like darts how they diving, and send me to Nip Give you a taste of talent this the start Nigga this more than music, this is art I cannot leave my niggas in the dark Know every lyric coming from the heart Talent with a dash of taste I ain't stopping till I see them gates Clutching it up like I'm fighting a case, and it's closed Niggas stay mad I'm Saul, when I palming the pole I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad Main chick she wanted a watch Told her don't go in her pocket Just get the money out the stash Triple digit on the dash Pussy that's me going fast, yeah (Yeah) Triple digit on the dash, yeah Triple digit on the, triple digit on the I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad Main chick she wanted a watch Told her don't go in her pocket Just get the money out the stash Triple digit on the dash, pussy that's me going fast All these haters on my ass, but I leave em in the pass Nigga said I couldn't do it, that same pussy nigga in last
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Written by: Davaughn Gray, Dominique Brown
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