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Letra : Talk To Me Nice

Meek Milly, uh

I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo)
Too many sticks in my bando (Yeah)
All we talk is that brick talk (Brick talk)
N***a Kyrie with the handles (Skrrt, skrrt)
Everybody poppin' this lit sh*t (Lit sh*t)
'Til we come blow out your candles (Brr)
Young n***a poppin' that big sh*t (Big sh*t)
And I stay strapped like a sandal, woah, wait (Shee)
Chanel on my b*t*h
Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich
Get out of pocket, we murder your dog, forty start barkin' and turn him a vic'
Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss, I put the call and they comin' to hit
Strappin' like we never heard of the law, one thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch, huh
You was just talkin' that justice reform, f**k is you doin'? Aw, man
I been in the trap all week, n***as cookin' popcorn and sellin' hard tan (Yeah)
Shorty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't rеally, really wanna kick it, Van Damme (Yeah)
I'm thе type f**k a bad b*t*h first night, then kick the ho out like Pam

Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and f**k up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
B*t*h so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to f**k up her life (F**k up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so myself
Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?)
I came to step on sh*t (Step on sh*t)
Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?)
I'm on my FN sh*t (FN sh*t)
Been had a fifty clip
He wasn't on my second sh*t
This album got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament
I throw them money bags, yo, that's why my section lit
And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head, she suckin' on peppermints
Grammy nominated, forty million records sold, that's not what a legend is
The Draco is camouflage 'cause inside of the Fendi is leopard print
N***as still smokin' chronic? Psh, I got a b*t*h in the Netherlands, all out of element
Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn
She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on an elephant
I f**ked her on day two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence
They killin' rap n***as, I'm losin' compet**ors
I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to n***as I'm better than
Me versus everybody, n***a, it is what I said it is
And you know I'm gang related, let us in, I came with my relatives
And tonight—

Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and f**k up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
B*t*h so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to f**k up her life (F**k up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so myself
Talk to me nice, lil' b*t*h
I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of sh*t (Don't do that)
Too player, it's in me, not on me, I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (Yeah, yeah)
Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets
'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave it a kiss
Had to make sure it's right (Mwah)
They tryna say we bipolar (Why?), me and this Glock got a switch
Fifty somethin' racks for a six-hour flight
Just to turn back around, I'ma be back tonight
Talk to me nice, you don't get to meet twice (Nah)
F**k all them blogs tryna use me for hype (B*t*h)
In the bando with no lights where you find us (Been trappin')
We was just minors (Back then)
Money in front of me, bullsh*t behind us (Focus)
We just vibin', don't mind us (Yeah, yeah)
Bloody Lamborghini Urus
She was moppin' while I'm steerin'
AR pistol, I'm insured
Won't let you take me from my children
Choppers, brr, brr
VVS's chillin', burr
No cut, all I sip is pure
Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg)

Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and f**k up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
B*t*h so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to f**k up her life (F**k up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so my—