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talkin' spicy - trap nav lyrics

[intro]
uh, cause i be talkin’ spicy, uh, yeah
’cause i be talkin’ spicy
uh, grrah, cause i be talkin’ spicy
uh, ’cause i be talkin’ spicy (no way, hozay)
yeah, rrah

[verse 1]
yeah, this sh*ts insane
smokin’ backwood, your sh*t is lame
she suckin’ so good can feel it in my brain
hit you with the one*two, n*gga, i ain’t bane
welcome to my city, hard work, breakin’ bags down
ridin’ some real big choppas, knock ya motor out
keep ya lips sealed, i got somethin’ for that motor mouth
yeah, n*gga, ’cause i be talkin’ spicy
catch a n*gga stomp ’em out, don’t you think you can try me
diamonds talkin, say, “bling, bling”, b*tch, i’m too icy
f*ck with my gang, n*ggas know that’s too dicey
can’t waist no time with a hoe, cause they get too pricy
n*gga, don’t try to hi*five me
yeah, don’t try to hi*five
sh*t could get feisty
goofy ass don’t put in no work
if you gеt murked, guess what, you’ll be on a shirt
bеtter watch what you say, or else it could get too slimy
like glizock, i stay with a cutthroat
yo’ b*tch callin’ me huncho
the sh*t i run though
i can never go too slow
take a pic with ya go*pro
i can go pro
i’ll never go in slow*mo though (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ass fat, h*llo
watch it shake look like a jell*o
lightskin, she yellow
my n*ggas they like redbones
my n*ggas they shoot in different angles
bend blocks, palm angel
you disappear, criss angel, angel
god’ll see you with the halo, no beyoncé
heart on ice, rod wave
let the .30 sing like rod wave, like rod wave
[brigde]
sh*t, n*gga, lemme tell you somethin’
when a n*gga think you can’t do it
you just gotta slap ’em in the face and tell ’em you can do it
f*ck you mean, n*gga?
always gotta work hard for this sh*t
yah mean?
i always gotta grind up, work hard, n*gga, yah mean?

[verse 2]
ayy
my mama is the only lady i get a purse for
’cause these instagram b*tches ain’t nothin’ but worth some
so, i’m ridin’ in a blue maybach, sippin’ purple
and i got two straps on me, glock, urkel
uh, what the f*ck you mean?
b*tch, you know i’m going hard for my team
b*tch, i ball like kareem, uh

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