Talk 2 Me Nice Lyrics

Aye!

Aye!

Aye

Aye

Aye

Yuh

Burn holes in my designer clothes from blowing dope

Jesus piece on the stove, cooking holy ghost

I usually keep it on the hush, but what I'm waiting for?

I usually wait for times to change, but I can't wait no more

I'm running out the gate, same way I jumped the porch

I'm running up them plays, same way we up the score

Live fast, die paid, ain't nothing changed

Hoes steady choosing playa, keep 'em out the frame

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah! (yo)

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah! (ugh, yeah)

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah! (ight!)

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah!

I said talk to me nicely, I'm cleaner than a white tee

I'm quick to money spread up on a nigga who don't like me

I'm paid baby, so that baby money don't excite me

Not even slightly, I'm trapping in my Nikes

But in the winter time, I probably got some re-rock in my reeboks

All day I dream about is stacking, but I'm dashing if I see cops I'm out of there

No beat block, I'm clapping that

I see cops, I'm out of there

No beat block

Nigga I'm in a mink coat

Coolin' with my Migo at the corner store

And that hoe just text me, like she want some more

She pulled up for some days and stole my lingo

But I ain't tripping, I know how them things go

I just want Dirty Diana in a Styrofoam

My daughter get Margiela, not no fucking twinkle toes

I just bought dinner for yo bitch she let them titties show

I call up Ceto for the play we finna get it goin, yuh

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah! (yo)

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah! (ugh, yeah)

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah! (ight!)

Talk to me nicely, ight yeah!

(aye , tell 'em wassup x2

& when that bitch pull up tell her come correct)