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TALKING EXPLICIT
by FOLLEX
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I'll be right back in a minute cooking my music i cook with a skillet
Baby we talking explicit
How about you come for a visit
I feel like pushing the limit doing that shit that i always in-vision
Money been got me the digits
But money ain't open my spirit
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, i'm on the run
They tryna take my soul and they been tryna drink my blood
And then i made it back, now i sit back sip this rum
I'm laughing at the fucking scums (yeah yeah)
(Yeah) i'm dodging all these fucking foes
I'm sticking to myself bitch i'm fine with being lone
I'm on that paper route bitch i'm proving myself wrong
I needed time to think now i'm ready to be shown (yeah yeah)
Woah, smoking gas up out the bong (yeah, yeah)
They told me bring the loud so i pulled up with some more (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, high as fuck we down the road (yeah, yeah)
I'm hoping we don't crash baby how about you slow
I'll be right back in a minute
Cooking my music i cook with a skillet
Baby we talking explicit
How about you come for a visit
I feel like pushing the limits
Doing that shit that i always in-vision
Money been got me the digits
But money ain't open my spirit
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
I'll be right back in a minute cooking my music i cook with a skillet
Baby we talking explicit
How about you come for a visit
I feel like pushing the limit doing that shit that i always in-vision
Money been got me the digits
But money ain't open my spirit
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
Yeah yeah, yeah, i'm on the run
They tryna take my soul and they been tryna drink my blood
And then i made it back, now i sit back sip this rum
I'm laughing at the fucking scums (yeah yeah)
(Yeah) i'm dodging all these fucking foes
I'm sticking to myself bitch i'm fine with being lone
I'm on that paper route bitch i'm proving myself wrong
I needed time to think now i'm ready to be shown (yeah yeah)
Woah, smoking gas up out the bong (yeah, yeah)
They told me bring the loud so i pulled up with some more (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, high as fuck we down the road (yeah, yeah)
I'm hoping we don't crash baby how about you slow
I'll be right back in a minute
Cooking my music i cook with a skillet
Baby we talking explicit
How about you come for a visit
I feel like pushing the limits
Doing that shit that i always in-vision
Money been got me the digits
But money ain't open my spirit
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
(Oh oh oh oh, ah)
