Talk To Me Nice
Meek Mill, Blxst, MoneyBagg Yo, The Game
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Meek Milly, uh I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo) Too many stitch in my bando (yeah) All we touch is that brick talk (brick talk) Nigga Kyrie with the handles (skrr, skrr) Everybody poppin', it's lit shit (lit shit) 'Til we come blow out your candles (brr) Young nigga poppin' that big shit (big shit) And it stay shinin' like a sandal, whoa, wait (shee) Chanel on my bitch Ain't gottta tell you to tell that I'm rich Get out of pocket, we murder your dawg .40 stop barkin' and turn him a Vic' Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss I put the call and they comin' to hit Strappin' like we never heard of the law One thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch (huh) You was just talkin' like justice reform F*ck is you doin'? Aw man (f*ck is you doin'? Aw man) I've been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and selling hard tan Shawty wanna Netflix, chill I don't really wanna kick it, Van Damme (yeah) I'm the type to f*ck a bad bitch first night Then the ho out like Pam Ayy (ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice So talk to me nice Might designer the couch and f*ck up your wife We do what we like (yeah) Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah To f*ck up a life (to f*ck up a life) The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face) It come a few ways, yeah yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too cray, if I do say so myself Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?) I came to step on shit (step on shit) Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?) I'm on my effin' shit (effin' shit) Been had the fifty clip He wen on my second shit This time we got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament I throw the money bags, yo, that's why my section lit And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head She suckin' on peppermints Grammy nominated, forty million records sold That's not what a legend is The Draco was camouflage, 'cause the side of the Fendi it's leopard print Niggas still smokin' Chronic? Pfft I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on a elephant I fucked her on date two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is And you know I'm gang related, let us in I came with my relatives and tonight Ayy (ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice So talk to me nice Might designer the couch and f*ck up your wife We do what we like (yeah) Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah To f*ck up a life (to f*ck up a life) The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face) It come a few ways, yeah yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too cray, if I do say so myself Talk to me nice, lil' bitch I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (don't do that) Too player, its in me not on me I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (yeah, yeah) Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets 'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave her the kids Had to make sure it's right (muah) They tryna say we bipolar (why?) Me and this Glock gotta quit Fifty some racks for a six hour flight Just to run back around, I'ma be back tonight Talk to me nice you don't get a me twice (nah) F*ck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (lil' bitch) In the bando with no lights where you find us (been trappin') We was just mindin' us (locked in) Money in front me, bullshit behind us (focus) We jut vibin', don't mind us (yeah, yeah) Bloody Lamborghini Urus, she was moppin' while I'm steerin' AR pistol, I'm ensured Won't let you take me from my children Choppas, brrr, brr, VVS's chillin', brr No cup, all I sip is is prr Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg) Ayy (ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice So talk to me nice Might designer the couch and f*ck up your wife We do what we like (yeah) Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah To f*ck up a life (to f*ck up a life) The diamonds done came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blue face (blue face) It come a few ways, yeah yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too cray, if I do say so myself
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