Spice Talk

The best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be
Yeah, we already know

Haha, c'mon man
Young
I'm in this bitch, smokin' up, gettin' money
Shit, man we ain't worried bout nuthin else

Maaannn, I been low-key too long, I'm finna pop out
I bet I could fuck this bitch if I bring my watch out
Sex with the Glock out, that's how a nigga watch out
Too many people sharing when I pull this knot out
New jews keep me cool when it's hot out
I can't leave the house without my tool, cuz it's hot out
Every time I make some money, hoes pop out
This nigga woke up with no paper, he a drop out
I mix the... with the... and let it drop out
All I really know is get money and do hop outs
I'm tryna catch a nigga slipping, bring the mops out
Led Zeppelin in the clip, I'm finna rock out
I can't even make a sale, cuz the cops out
I'm still son'n niggas even though they pops out
Spin the block just like Taz, when some Opps out
Yeah, the Bad Boys ruff ridin' like the Lox out
If she got some big titties, pull the top out
Shhhh, damn, fuck... I meant to say, pull top off
I just came to smoke, but she tryna top me off
Hit her with the dick, now she tryna box me off
I ain't gon never treat you right, you gotta block me off
This that Spice Talk, but you can call it Taki Sauce
Look, if the seasoning ain't right, you gotta mix it again
If I'm talking too fast, you gotta listen again
Shit, nigga, I was dark, but I'm glisten again
Bruh, you better find yo bitch, cuz she missing again
We tryna get it off the kitty, we pimpin again
Came with that long stocking, I'm with Pippy again
Spin the alley one mo' time, and hit Ricky again
Goofy niggas stay snitching, you Mickey again
If I'm down and out, my hands might get sticky again
You should probably run if you see me in some Dickies again
Finna kill this bitch, she left me a hickey again
Damn, she blowin' up my phone for some dick again?
I dipped out on that... now I'm dippin' in
It's hot outside, but I stepped out drippin'
Up the roll, all blue, my pockets crippin
All for one, nigga we all for the mission
I'm low-key but I'm catchin' all the attention
They sneak diss, but my name never mentioned
You the type to hear a shot, and start fletching
I could cook up a whole thang, I don't need a kitchen
I just need a, hold up, we ain't finna get into that
Just know we gettin' money, and been gettin' that
Bitch I been a big dawg, and you been a rat
I don't know why she think she on, she been a RAT
I got a lil time today, let's go tit for tat
Shittin' on em all day, woke up drinkin' smilax
Finna squeeze on anything sweet, where that lemon at?
Yo head or a bankroll, I'm tryna peel it back
Yeah, yeah... hold, psst
Uh huh, and we gon end like that



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Writer(s): Corey Dennis
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