"Spicy Talk" lyrics
76Vosso, Rio Da Yung Og & Louie Ray Lyrics
I keep 'em with me, but don't put 'em in my pictures
He a shooter
He fuckin' with the soft kind too, he a ooter
I be tryin' get my nigga in a lift, not a scooter
I can't say what I really dream about, 'cause I'mma do her
If I blow her, it's gon' be like a-
If I blow her, it's gon- (Alright, alright, alright)
Bought a boat for me to blow, 'cause I'm a weed connoisseur
If I put her out there, she bringin' back, prostitute-
If I put her out there, she bringin' back, prostitute-er
Niggas street skills is way too low, I'm a tutor
I went from top brain-man in the joint, to some bennies now
I used to walk around with a shank, I tote a semi now
Remember back then, I couldn't pile, I bet she hear me now
I fucked up her head, went on the 'gram and upped a hunnid-thou
That was all my cash
Judge ask why I ain't finish school, I was not gon' pass
She just got her whole body done, and it's not yo' ass
I just popped two perk 30's, I was not gon' last
Drop a four in a two, where the cheesy stacks?
Free bitch, snatched a nigga soul, tell her "bring it back"
Used to buy a ball of dope and make fifty off it
Now I buy a brick for fourty-one and make fifty off it
Let's throw a paperwork party, like face
I got twenty on me now, and that really ain't no pape'
Shit, I got a extra twenty in the drac'
And truth, cussin' hoes out, like get yo' pussy out my face
This ain't zaza bro, it's just some real cookie from the bay
Blue suck me in whole paint, and I drank it in a day
Spend a nigga crib on halloween and shot a pumpkin in the face
Why the fuck you niggas got less than a hunnid in the safe?
Keep me in cash on me, two hunnid burried, two hunnid in the bank
Burberry umbrella, incase it's thunderin' in the day
I'm known for hittin' a bitch raw, have her stomach gainin' weight
Tryna fuck this fat bitch, but yo' stomach in the way
I got a walk plug, I could sell a hunnid pints a day
We in the yacht club, 44 mil', fourty K
You is not plug, ain't no way you gettin' 'em out the way
Fuck five hoes in one day and get 'em out my face
Fuck five hoes in one day and get 'em out my face
Got too many pints of green, brodie, get 'em out the case
Got it in my coat pocket, it ain't sittin' on my waist
I'm officially a rapper, I'll dive off a stage
Lifestyle changed, and had to put my mind-
Lifestyle changed, and had to put my mind in the game
Still in the streets, the rain got my mind on the game
Bet he thinkin' different though, and it's a nine on his brain
Trappin' out the studio, like it's a evening's change
Ridin' with the same gun I just shot a nigga with
Riddin' round with fifty fives, we got sided in the whip
Came up off of grams, but it look like a deal
Sellin' three dollar rocks, two for fives on a hill
Used to get perks for free, it's twenty five for a pill
My main man got three L's, he gon' die before appeal
Drunk a pint and tried to drive, that was God behind the wheel
I know I'm out of fit, but I'm always got it on me, still
He a shooter
He fuckin' with the soft kind too, he a ooter
I be tryin' get my nigga in a lift, not a scooter
I can't say what I really dream about, 'cause I'mma do her
If I blow her, it's gon' be like a-
If I blow her, it's gon- (Alright, alright, alright)
Bought a boat for me to blow, 'cause I'm a weed connoisseur
If I put her out there, she bringin' back, prostitute-
If I put her out there, she bringin' back, prostitute-er
Niggas street skills is way too low, I'm a tutor
I went from top brain-man in the joint, to some bennies now
I used to walk around with a shank, I tote a semi now
Remember back then, I couldn't pile, I bet she hear me now
I fucked up her head, went on the 'gram and upped a hunnid-thou
That was all my cash
Judge ask why I ain't finish school, I was not gon' pass
She just got her whole body done, and it's not yo' ass
I just popped two perk 30's, I was not gon' last
Drop a four in a two, where the cheesy stacks?
Free bitch, snatched a nigga soul, tell her "bring it back"
Used to buy a ball of dope and make fifty off it
Now I buy a brick for fourty-one and make fifty off it
Let's throw a paperwork party, like face
I got twenty on me now, and that really ain't no pape'
Shit, I got a extra twenty in the drac'
And truth, cussin' hoes out, like get yo' pussy out my face
This ain't zaza bro, it's just some real cookie from the bay
Blue suck me in whole paint, and I drank it in a day
Spend a nigga crib on halloween and shot a pumpkin in the face
Why the fuck you niggas got less than a hunnid in the safe?
Keep me in cash on me, two hunnid burried, two hunnid in the bank
Burberry umbrella, incase it's thunderin' in the day
I'm known for hittin' a bitch raw, have her stomach gainin' weight
Tryna fuck this fat bitch, but yo' stomach in the way
I got a walk plug, I could sell a hunnid pints a day
We in the yacht club, 44 mil', fourty K
You is not plug, ain't no way you gettin' 'em out the way
Fuck five hoes in one day and get 'em out my face
Fuck five hoes in one day and get 'em out my face
Got too many pints of green, brodie, get 'em out the case
Got it in my coat pocket, it ain't sittin' on my waist
I'm officially a rapper, I'll dive off a stage
Lifestyle changed, and had to put my mind-
Lifestyle changed, and had to put my mind in the game
Still in the streets, the rain got my mind on the game
Bet he thinkin' different though, and it's a nine on his brain
Trappin' out the studio, like it's a evening's change
Ridin' with the same gun I just shot a nigga with
Riddin' round with fifty fives, we got sided in the whip
Came up off of grams, but it look like a deal
Sellin' three dollar rocks, two for fives on a hill
Used to get perks for free, it's twenty five for a pill
My main man got three L's, he gon' die before appeal
Drunk a pint and tried to drive, that was God behind the wheel
I know I'm out of fit, but I'm always got it on me, still
