Listen to Talk Nicely by Yg Teck

Talk Nicely

Yg Teck

Hip-Hop/Rap

1,417 Shazams

Lyrics

Rastaa, Rastaa, Rastaa I'm fucking 'em up on any occasion you heard me say you heard me Yes Ion gotta watch how I pop it my money up (Brokey) Oh you just start balling, niggas ain't done enough (HA) And I still show love to niggas that's coming up (I do) Ion know what I'mma do but I'm fucking this summer up (Crazy) Tryn shop for a cheaper number then talk nicely (Please) Book me for a show for some shh just talk nicely (Yes) Want me let you hold my freak, this bitch pricey (Get her) Pricing every thing that I'm selling but can't price me (Yes) Watch these niggas go broke in a damn year (Watch) I show you how to shake back, look at the man here (Himself) I ain't lose no family or freedom I can't care (Fact, Fendi) All my bitches in Van Cleef's or Rollie's or damn near (I like it) Other than collect calls, nigga, my life good (You see it) I been getting richer and richer as I should (Brokey) Want me help you get back on your feet I might could I pull up, a nice jug (Skrrrr) This ain't even my hood (Voof Voof, Skrrr) I never let a niggaa starve, I can help him That was me before (It was) I seen it baby, I ain't worried 'bout it, what you delete it for (HA) 'Posed to left a five piece in the club, I end up leaving more (Tsssh) Mr. Wall to Wall, Mr. Bricky, pull up and see the boy Ion gotta watch how I pop it my money up (Brokey) Oh you just start balling, niggas ain't done enough (HA) And I still show love to niggas that's coming up (I do) Ion know what I'mma do but I'm fucking this summer up (Crazy) Tryn shop for a cheaper number then talk nicely (Please) Book me for a show for some shh just talk nicely (Yes) Want me let you hold my freak, this bitch pricey (Get her) Pricing every thing that I'm selling but can't price me (Yes) Keep talking 'bout ya bitch bad (No) Wait till my bitch pop out (Hey) Givenchy boots and bags, I done bought every one they got out (You see it) Teck on the flyer (What) Then you know them blocks out (He bricky) They bet not close this bitch we spend money, let us rock out I can make that bitch famous (I like it) I'm talking 'bout headlines (Woo) My young nigga twelve, ain't got a bricky Let him wear mine (Shine youngin') Rickys and Chanel hats (Yes) And I stepped the bracelets up (50 on bracelets) She bad but her homegirl bubby, (Heyy) She ain't make the cut I'm getting the freaks in (Yes) They ain't gotta wait, this us (Never) DeLéon and Casa get 'em right That'll wake 'em up (Yeah yeah yeah yeah) They saying we spend crazy (Blow it) That's cuz they got no money I'm a big bettor, I like to gamble all my show money (Tshh, Wooo...) Yes Ion gotta watch how I pop it my money up (Yeh) (...oohoohoohoo) Oh you just start balling, niggas ain't done enough (Woo) And I still show love to niggas that's coming up (I do) Ion know what I'mma do but I'm fucking this summer up (Hey) Tryn shop for a cheaper number then talk nicely (Please) Book me for a show for some shh just talk nicely (Yes) Want me let you hold my freak, this bitch pricey (Get her) Pricing every thing that I'm selling but can't price me (Yes) (No Excusez baby)
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