CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Still Spice Talkin
(Did this one)
Damn
Okay
(Did this one)
Okay
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Me and E talkin' big sh*t?professionally
B*t*h,?I?m somewhere gettin'?money, don't question me
Took the book?off the Wock? pint, I need the recipe
Yeah, I think?this?eight?a lil' short,?remeasure me
Just dropped?a lil' b*t*h, she called her bro, but he scared of me
I always get the red cheap when me and granny meet
I'll shoot this b*t*h from anywhere like I'm Danny Green
She always give me top, she ain't never got no head from me
I shop on one side of the set, I don't skywalk
Just seen a opp strollin', now that n***a in the sky walkin?
My bag probably short ?cause today, I been high ballin'
N***a ran his mouth and got shot, he died talkin?
Gucci jeans and Louis Vuitton pants I don't buy Balmain
Don't know what dawg drive, bro, just shoot at every white Charger
We got the city hot from doin' all that spice talkin?
B*t*h, shut the f**k up when me, E, and Mike talkin'
Yeah, okay, it's my turn
N***as amateur at cookin' dope, he let the pot burn
Pull up on your a** with the chop, the clip got a curve
I heard you told that b*t*h that I was broke, boy, you got some nerves
Rio dropped big 41, sh*t, mine's next
New b*t*h bad as hell, she got fine sex
My ex-b*t*h tried to double back, I declined that
Today, I'm feelin bougie, ayy, boo, where the wine at?
I be lyin' to my b*t*h face when I tell the truth
I heard you out here tellin' on your mans, I'm scared of you
N***as can't bite what I be sayin', got an extra tooth
Feds might come and pick us up for talkin' very loose
Whole team doin' good, we worked our a** off
Doc, I need an eight of red, I got a bad cough
Chillin' in the trap with my fiend drinkin' Mad Dog
Finesse a n***a b*t*h for the head and then stab off
F**ked up, gave a b*t*h my number, she won't stop callin'
Fell out with my n***a, he had some drank, now I gotta call him
Ain't got no dope, fiends keep callin', now I gotta stall 'em
Told my b*t*h to go get some syrup, 'cause she won't stop coughin'
N***a play with me, he might as well go buy a coffin
Shot a n***a house up, everybody in the house crawlin'
But I'm the type to shoot a couple shots 'til I see 'em fallin'
It's hard for me to record a whole verse when all sales keep callin'
Almost didn't serve Ashley 'cause I don't see her often
Tina said the dope straight drop, that it made her vomit
Anybody bring up spice talk, they gotta pay us homage
My white boy thought he bought some Vics but he got Naproxen
Damn
Okay
(Did this one)
Okay
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Me and E talkin' big sh*t?professionally
B*t*h,?I?m somewhere gettin'?money, don't question me
Took the book?off the Wock? pint, I need the recipe
Yeah, I think?this?eight?a lil' short,?remeasure me
Just dropped?a lil' b*t*h, she called her bro, but he scared of me
I always get the red cheap when me and granny meet
I'll shoot this b*t*h from anywhere like I'm Danny Green
She always give me top, she ain't never got no head from me
I shop on one side of the set, I don't skywalk
Just seen a opp strollin', now that n***a in the sky walkin?
My bag probably short ?cause today, I been high ballin'
N***a ran his mouth and got shot, he died talkin?
Gucci jeans and Louis Vuitton pants I don't buy Balmain
Don't know what dawg drive, bro, just shoot at every white Charger
We got the city hot from doin' all that spice talkin?
B*t*h, shut the f**k up when me, E, and Mike talkin'
Yeah, okay, it's my turn
N***as amateur at cookin' dope, he let the pot burn
Pull up on your a** with the chop, the clip got a curve
I heard you told that b*t*h that I was broke, boy, you got some nerves
Rio dropped big 41, sh*t, mine's next
New b*t*h bad as hell, she got fine sex
My ex-b*t*h tried to double back, I declined that
Today, I'm feelin bougie, ayy, boo, where the wine at?
I be lyin' to my b*t*h face when I tell the truth
I heard you out here tellin' on your mans, I'm scared of you
N***as can't bite what I be sayin', got an extra tooth
Feds might come and pick us up for talkin' very loose
Whole team doin' good, we worked our a** off
Doc, I need an eight of red, I got a bad cough
Chillin' in the trap with my fiend drinkin' Mad Dog
Finesse a n***a b*t*h for the head and then stab off
F**ked up, gave a b*t*h my number, she won't stop callin'
Fell out with my n***a, he had some drank, now I gotta call him
Ain't got no dope, fiends keep callin', now I gotta stall 'em
Told my b*t*h to go get some syrup, 'cause she won't stop coughin'
N***a play with me, he might as well go buy a coffin
Shot a n***a house up, everybody in the house crawlin'
But I'm the type to shoot a couple shots 'til I see 'em fallin'
It's hard for me to record a whole verse when all sales keep callin'
Almost didn't serve Ashley 'cause I don't see her often
Tina said the dope straight drop, that it made her vomit
Anybody bring up spice talk, they gotta pay us homage
My white boy thought he bought some Vics but he got Naproxen
