Smooth Talker Pt. 2
It ain't Givenchy it's givachy nigga
I can tell the way you say it
Never bought it either
You can tell the way I cop it
Gotta dodge em' people
Cocaine got me my first 100
Trynna make it triple
Babygirl come get a nigga
McQueen boots for the Scene
But my bitch is in bottega
Damn it'd bia bitch
If I hit you with a k clip
Got a whole lotta money
I might drop it to feel safer
Treat the barrel like a pencil
An the kick back like erasers
Money talk
Broke niggas ain't got jaws
We in the deep-end
Money fly
Broke niggas catching rides
Surf got em sea sick
Think I showed em sum
How I'm balling every season
I'll get roddy when I'm rich
Until then I'm demi-demon
You look lost
Why she leave with me an not you
Called the plug
She seen em' bring the bows
You coped a few
Shit was cute
There's still a missing link
A missing clue
Before that
She seen me serve dude
Before he served you
Boss shit
Making moves behind the curtains
Fucked a raw bitch
Took a line before she squirted
Getcha car flipped
On every whip
There ain't no lurking
Yo fit don't cost shit
I get styled sipping bourbon
In the Z with bad bitches
Catching ass an making plays
If she a dime or better
Then I'll let ha rock my chain
This a thousand dollar sweater
Girl be careful with that drank
To be honest she can spill it
It ain't shit to bust the bank
I got paper for her
Paper for a Nigga if he play
I can make a order
Send em to olympus
To the gates
Watchu waiting for
These niggas never thought of Getting pape
Watchu hating for
These niggas call it luck
I call it fate
He can't take you to the nearest Lake
Let's cross the 7 seas
Put you in some lingerie
I know you like to tease
Shorty fine
Ima take my time
Surf in it for some hours
It's crime
How she killing hoes
Somebody call a doctor
They say seeing is believing
Well let's give they ass a show
Cross the bridge for a brick
Thanking god I made it home
I had tre with 36
Like bring it over it's a go
My vato don't speak English
Google translate set the tone
Lame niggas ain't got motion
But he always on the phone
Playing 2k with the guys
Only time he switching zones
You been down with him for years
And that nigga still a bum
At this point
You ain't real
Babygirl you being dumb
I can tell the way you say it
Never bought it either
You can tell the way I cop it
Gotta dodge em' people
Cocaine got me my first 100
Trynna make it triple
Babygirl come get a nigga
McQueen boots for the Scene
But my bitch is in bottega
Damn it'd bia bitch
If I hit you with a k clip
Got a whole lotta money
I might drop it to feel safer
Treat the barrel like a pencil
An the kick back like erasers
Money talk
Broke niggas ain't got jaws
We in the deep-end
Money fly
Broke niggas catching rides
Surf got em sea sick
Think I showed em sum
How I'm balling every season
I'll get roddy when I'm rich
Until then I'm demi-demon
You look lost
Why she leave with me an not you
Called the plug
She seen em' bring the bows
You coped a few
Shit was cute
There's still a missing link
A missing clue
Before that
She seen me serve dude
Before he served you
Boss shit
Making moves behind the curtains
Fucked a raw bitch
Took a line before she squirted
Getcha car flipped
On every whip
There ain't no lurking
Yo fit don't cost shit
I get styled sipping bourbon
In the Z with bad bitches
Catching ass an making plays
If she a dime or better
Then I'll let ha rock my chain
This a thousand dollar sweater
Girl be careful with that drank
To be honest she can spill it
It ain't shit to bust the bank
I got paper for her
Paper for a Nigga if he play
I can make a order
Send em to olympus
To the gates
Watchu waiting for
These niggas never thought of Getting pape
Watchu hating for
These niggas call it luck
I call it fate
He can't take you to the nearest Lake
Let's cross the 7 seas
Put you in some lingerie
I know you like to tease
Shorty fine
Ima take my time
Surf in it for some hours
It's crime
How she killing hoes
Somebody call a doctor
They say seeing is believing
Well let's give they ass a show
Cross the bridge for a brick
Thanking god I made it home
I had tre with 36
Like bring it over it's a go
My vato don't speak English
Google translate set the tone
Lame niggas ain't got motion
But he always on the phone
Playing 2k with the guys
Only time he switching zones
You been down with him for years
And that nigga still a bum
At this point
You ain't real
Babygirl you being dumb
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Writer(s): David Ware
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