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ji beats - talkin' spicy lyrics

(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

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