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Spice Talk
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(It's a Wayne beat) That intro long as f**k, n***a What? That motherf**ker ain't never droppin' in the world, is it? Yeah B*t*h, I'm on forex Hit him with an F&N like a short text F**k a b*t*h all night, ain't no short sex Chopper knock a n***a whole house off his porch steps Shot dog so many times, put him in a vortex Never without my gun, so why would I do raw sex? That's only five hundred eighteen dollars, don't flaunt that You shot a n***a, but ain't kill him, you can't count that Phone ring, I made thirty sales, that was nine this morning White boy came three hundred miles just to grab a quarter Give me two or three months, I might cash a foreign Plug said the price is real cheap if you pa** the border Cam? to the hood and got his a** extorted F**k a diff?rent b*t*h every night, this sh*t getting boring Four of Tris in this double cup, that's a couple Jordans You lyin', E, this ain't mouthwash, this a six of Mortons E tired as hell, it's time to split a sale, he said sixty-forty I'll drink a whole pint of Wock' and get higher than Rick and Morty Me and E split a pint and poured 9 in it sixty-forty Sold me one ounce of Act', I drunk it in quarters F**k, Kidd talkin' 'bout his streams again This batch bad, I done got into it with my fiend again Think I'm finna try to OD off lean again F**k around, the corner of the bed, got it leaning in Hit him with the Narcan, he OD'ing again I can't get high off the Percs, I'm on E's again Take it back to when we sold dope and rocked Sprees again I just bought a lil' six, now I need a ten N***a, that's a whole pint, we gon' pour it up Had to rerock the sale when I wrote him up Spent a n***a whole advance up at Golden Sun F**k around and run off with the work, I don't owe the plug B*t*h cut me in with the stealers, I been acting dumb Three thousand for the buffies, touch 'em and I'll f**k you up I'm on papers, I'm not even supposed to be touchin' stuff Shot a fan, boom, I thought he was runnin' up Boom, we came out of nowhere, now we blowin' up It goin' off, boom, scoot, shh, ahh Damn, I can't say too much Mad as hell, I found out my nephew stole my gun The plug was acting stiff with the pints and so we stuck him up Put my phone on do not disturb, it ain't rung in months Don't nobody say sh*t to E, I just drunk his cup Tryna distract him, I fired on Kidd when he brung it up Hundred round drum and a beam, you gon' run or what? Pretty face with a slim waist and a pumpkin b*** I don't even really need the gun, I'll lump him up Who is that, lil' Mario? Yeah, that's Lumpy's son Ca** always wakin' up tryna fight, that's my grumpy son I know somebody dead in that car, I had monkey nuts Just light the blunt and put the head on me with your funky b*** E dropped a letter, told him match a pint of Wock', he f**ked the puppy up My first year rappin', I was broke, got the money up You out of town with a name off of rap, run the money up It's guaranteed that this winter, off of rap, I'm puttin' money up She probably always gon' let you f**k, depends? ahh She probably always gon' let you f**k once the money up I told her, "Keep my d**k in your mouth with your lucky b***" Gotta bust the watch down, huh, f**k the money up The dope still damn near a ten, I ain't f**k it up
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