"Pillow Talk" lyrics
Preme Lyrics
(feat. Baka Not Nice)
I'm in this bitch with Tity Slo and Twitch
Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch
Flash my wrist and hit ya bitch
This rap game is hit or miss, five rings, hard to close my fist
And all my VVS flushed, looking like my chain took a piss
Making movies in the six, got my life looking like it's TIFF
My highlight is I ain't dead 'cause most my opps done came and went
Can't keep track of what I spent
If she fuck me good, I pay the rent, and treat me like a new Benz
Sit on my hood and make a dent
Damn, back up in this place again, new mink on my pretty skin
Yellow bitch in my yellow Benz
Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense
All these shottas, no regular friends
Really popping, bulletproof my Benz
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
I'm too swagged out for cops
Deuce deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot
We just sprayed your homie's block
This the fuckin' dot
Only aiming at your tops
Top-up windows tinted, two-seater four bitches
It's funny how the fast life make a nigga do the speed limit
My brother bought a double R, my dog so blessed I sneezed in it
If you gotta put keys in it to start it, then we ain't in it
Beg your pardon, but I never beg, so big-headed you won't get ahead
You still bragging 'bout your lil toast, that's why you still getting little bread
Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you making less?
If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in your lil dress
If I do it, we did it
If I get it, we get it
If they with me, they some real niggas
Since 16, was seeing six figures
I'm Master P to these niggas
Got my army, I don't see limits
This year I lifted up my whole fam, just like squats put my knees in it
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
I'm too swagged out for cops
Deuce deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot
We just sprayed your homie's block
This the fuckin' dot
Only aiming at your tops
Semis going fully auto with one flip, just hit the switch
Flash my wrist and hit ya bitch
This rap game is hit or miss, five rings, hard to close my fist
And all my VVS flushed, looking like my chain took a piss
Making movies in the six, got my life looking like it's TIFF
My highlight is I ain't dead 'cause most my opps done came and went
Can't keep track of what I spent
If she fuck me good, I pay the rent, and treat me like a new Benz
Sit on my hood and make a dent
Damn, back up in this place again, new mink on my pretty skin
Yellow bitch in my yellow Benz
Damn, all these dollars don't make no sense
All these shottas, no regular friends
Really popping, bulletproof my Benz
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
I'm too swagged out for cops
Deuce deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot
We just sprayed your homie's block
This the fuckin' dot
Only aiming at your tops
Top-up windows tinted, two-seater four bitches
It's funny how the fast life make a nigga do the speed limit
My brother bought a double R, my dog so blessed I sneezed in it
If you gotta put keys in it to start it, then we ain't in it
Beg your pardon, but I never beg, so big-headed you won't get ahead
You still bragging 'bout your lil toast, that's why you still getting little bread
Why you always gotta do the most and got the nerve to say you making less?
If I tell the truth, I ain't impressed with you rappers in your lil dress
If I do it, we did it
If I get it, we get it
If they with me, they some real niggas
Since 16, was seeing six figures
I'm Master P to these niggas
Got my army, I don't see limits
This year I lifted up my whole fam, just like squats put my knees in it
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
We don't pillow talk, I just get the burner off
I'm too swagged out for cops
Deuce deuce in my socks
Yeah, these bullets hot
We just sprayed your homie's block
This the fuckin' dot
Only aiming at your tops
