Talent (feat. LostinLeon)
I finally
I got it
You see it
No sally
I'm talent
Love Fashion
Silence attachments
She pretty she sassy
No caption action
I beat it like Jackson
I ain't romantic
I heard you got what I want
Why can't you pick up the phone
I never seen you before
I done been gone to long
Baby I hope you at home
I know I'm taking too long
This not a poetry song
That shit don't hurt me more
On top of the water she soaking
She wanna fuck on the ocean
I rub her down with some lotion
She make me feel like I'm floating
We don't want smoke with them niggas
I keep a tote on them niggas
They don't wanna play with no killer
I keep a blade on me nigga
Play with me nigga we chopping your head
Stick the code better not talk to the feds
I caught him lacking cause he popping meds
Ice on my neck and that just what I wear
I know how to feel when got nothing to spare
And the back of the club blowing pack in the air
Keep the cash at the crib I ain't bagging there
I don't work in the front I move cash everywhere
I finally
I got it
You see it
No sally
I'm talent
Love Fashion
Silence attachments
She pretty she sassy
No caption action
I beat it like Jackson
I ain't romantic
I put a price on your head
Cost less than the ice on my neck
She tell me to slide when she wet
She finna slide off the bed
That bitch an adrenaline junkie
She like it rough when she fuck me
Yea I'll get her that bag if she lucky
To a nigga like me that ain't nothing
If it's up then I'm keeping it there
I ain't scared I got beef everywhere
Closer the flight bae the cheaper the fare
Fuck when I land I can sleep in the air
I can turn into a crook for the cash I'm petty
You gone lose a hand tryna reach for my guetties
You gone lose yo man's if you tryna act friendly
Red dot on they head like Japan I'm ready
Now I'm counting all the cash up
Tell them niggas catch up
I ain't giving handouts tell me get they cash up
Trappin out the bando, tell them niggas fetch cuz
I ain't move the weight there, I just set the bench up
I ain't even stay there, I just pay the rent uh
I made a couple plays there, I'm part of a venture
If you knew how much I made there you could the math on it
If you got something to say yeah, you could put the bands on it
(Uh huh)
I finally
I got it
You see it
No sally
I'm talent
Love fashion
Silence attachments
She pretty she sassy
No caption action
I beat it like Jackson
I ain't romantic
I got it
You see it
No sally
I'm talent
Love Fashion
Silence attachments
She pretty she sassy
No caption action
I beat it like Jackson
I ain't romantic
I heard you got what I want
Why can't you pick up the phone
I never seen you before
I done been gone to long
Baby I hope you at home
I know I'm taking too long
This not a poetry song
That shit don't hurt me more
On top of the water she soaking
She wanna fuck on the ocean
I rub her down with some lotion
She make me feel like I'm floating
We don't want smoke with them niggas
I keep a tote on them niggas
They don't wanna play with no killer
I keep a blade on me nigga
Play with me nigga we chopping your head
Stick the code better not talk to the feds
I caught him lacking cause he popping meds
Ice on my neck and that just what I wear
I know how to feel when got nothing to spare
And the back of the club blowing pack in the air
Keep the cash at the crib I ain't bagging there
I don't work in the front I move cash everywhere
I finally
I got it
You see it
No sally
I'm talent
Love Fashion
Silence attachments
She pretty she sassy
No caption action
I beat it like Jackson
I ain't romantic
I put a price on your head
Cost less than the ice on my neck
She tell me to slide when she wet
She finna slide off the bed
That bitch an adrenaline junkie
She like it rough when she fuck me
Yea I'll get her that bag if she lucky
To a nigga like me that ain't nothing
If it's up then I'm keeping it there
I ain't scared I got beef everywhere
Closer the flight bae the cheaper the fare
Fuck when I land I can sleep in the air
I can turn into a crook for the cash I'm petty
You gone lose a hand tryna reach for my guetties
You gone lose yo man's if you tryna act friendly
Red dot on they head like Japan I'm ready
Now I'm counting all the cash up
Tell them niggas catch up
I ain't giving handouts tell me get they cash up
Trappin out the bando, tell them niggas fetch cuz
I ain't move the weight there, I just set the bench up
I ain't even stay there, I just pay the rent uh
I made a couple plays there, I'm part of a venture
If you knew how much I made there you could the math on it
If you got something to say yeah, you could put the bands on it
(Uh huh)
I finally
I got it
You see it
No sally
I'm talent
Love fashion
Silence attachments
She pretty she sassy
No caption action
I beat it like Jackson
I ain't romantic
Credits
Writer(s): Willie Cage Jr
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