Slicktalk Lyrics

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I am ' alat? and a bag of chips without the dip, though

Smooth nigga, creep in your bench house and don't tiptoe

Your man home, so, you still gettin' his dick, hoe

And if he say somethin', just tell that nigga we kinfolk

Awesome, boy, I been everywhere except Boston

With two cans on me, I'm Stone Cold Steve Austin

Been past niggas with rappin', now I'm just talkin

Shut up, lil' baby, and pay attention, I'm talkin

That's right, I been elevated, so what's steps like

No, I'm not a capper, but shit, I probably can step light

If anything's possible, then I'm fuckin' a stepwife

And bein' this fly, should order come with a jet, right

I'm top five, top four, top three, top two

And the one you wish you can walk to and talk to

Who you know that pull up and get paid just to walk through

Bitch, I'm so cold, I tell the summer to fall through

It's wintertime, girl, I'm in your box like it's just dinnertime

Niggas be quick to go everywhere but the finish line

Outside all night, sorry, son, you won't get the shine

Feel like a bad kid with friends, over, no, this is mine

This is mine, this is mine, that is mine, and she is too

Play with her and watch how nice we speak right at your funeral

Price of death is cheap, we turn your coffin to a cubicle

Mama lookin' in it like, nah, sir, I don't know this dude, hell no

You get rock bottom, people's elbow

Bullets to your sneakers like Adidas, you got shell toes

Heaven's on earth, then where my ticket to hell go

Shit, I guess we'll never know, just don't tell a soul

My old bitch was bad as hell, my new bitch, she thick as fuck

I can't wait till this summer, my next bitch badder than her

I know y'all probably thinkin' like, that boy really good

Cause I done went from Hollywood to still Hollywood

I never change, not for a dollar, I know the price of fame

Pimpin' ain't easy, believe me, I keep my bitches trained

I can spill juice on my clothin' and still won't leave a stain

Don't matter how many songs I kill and ain't nothin' gained

I'm too cool, mixed with old and a little new school

Like I can pop lock and still upload it to YouTube

If pimpin' ain't easy, then shit, why do you do it

Just like ridin' a bike, once you do it, you get used to it

I'm gifted