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letra de talkin' spicy - ji beats

(hombre made dat beat d-mned)
(ji beats)
f-ck the feds, they ain’t finna let my n-gga out
cut my current b-tch off, and now that b-tch wanna pout
i put belt to ass to a f-ck n-gga like a child
this a 500 dollar plate, i don’t eat buffalo wild
i could give a f-ck who don’t like me, b-tch i’m really talkin’ spicy
frostbite on my body cuz my jeweler f-ckin’ iced me
b-tch you know i’m up pape, b-tch, you better talk nice to me
i’ll throw a b-tch to a curb and treat her like some dice to me
i got so much jewelry on, b-tch, i’m lookin’ like a rapper
but i ain’t no rapper or a trapper, i’m a b-st-rd
quick to backstab a n-gga, i’m a god d-mn dirty scammer
before i hit this play, b-tch, i gotta check if there’s some cameras
i’ll treat these rap n-ggas like my sons, i’ll put ’em in some pampers
i’ll treat my ops like some dirty clothes, i’ll put ’em in a hamper
the feds keep questioning me, like they think i know the answer
the way this b-tch move her body, sh-t, you thought she was a dancer
i’m trappin’ with my white friends, this one here named tanner
and ion wanna hit your weed, b-tch, i know you smoking bammer
brodie got a reader/writer but he f-ckin’ up his grammar
this b-tch into zodiac signs, she said that she’s a cancer
i’m quick to cuss a b-tch out, this b-tch said i got no manners
i’m quick to cut a b-tch off, told that b-tch that i’ll subtract her
that b-tch really thought i loved her, sh-t, i guess that i’m an actor
you can’t come around the gang, b-tch, unless you is a factor
how these n-ggas think they fly, but they ain’t got no feathers?
sh-t, i ain’t gon’ lie, i paid 500 for this sweater
sh-t, i ain’t gon’ lie, i paid 1000 for this leather
i’ll stomp a n-gga out in these louis v steppers
i got too much drip, b-tch, you best go get a tenopy
i got b-tches ’round the world, my new b-tch stay in tennessee
i got energy, these n-ggas got jealousy, they envy me
i can tell these n-ggas goin’ bad, they got some broke tendencies
i told that b-tch, “bring some paper if you even wanna attend to me”
this b-tch think i got my ears open, when she tryna vent to me
my house so f-ckin’ big, b-tch, you livin’ in a tent to me
i just rolled a 3.5, b-tch, it’s lookin’ like a centipede
n-ggas gon’ catch a headshot, like they name is kennedy
promethazine with some codeine, n-gga, that’s my remedy
b-tch this beat made by me, & hombre did the melody
and i’m tryna dodge the pigs, cuz a n-gga pullin’ felonies
everybody know my name, i need an interview with say cheese
made that b-tch pass my cup, and i ain’t even say please
i’m runnin’ to the money like a n-gga got eight feet
i’m sliding in a foreign, you got that sh-t that get you a to b
i got any b-tch i want, i can choose from a to z
this b-tch want me to pick her, like i’m picking abc
b-tch you think i really want you? b-tch, i know you for the streets
i’m finna take a five hour nap, in 500 dollar sheets

- ji beats

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