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• Artiste: Tory Lanez
• Titre: Pricey & Spicy
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It's been way too long And my stomach touchin' I know I gotta get right 'Cause the summer comin' Talk to me nicely Talk to me nicely, yeah Lone Stone Whippin' up dope (Whippin up dope) Back on road (Back on road) Pickin' up paper (Picking up paper) Dippin' that stash (Dippin' that stash) Gettin' to the cash (Gettin' to the cash) Shooters on go (Shooters on go) Shooters on go (Shooters on go) Talk to me nicely When I pull up, I'm stuntin', I'm talkin' spicy New Givenchy and Saint Laurent, this shit pricey I give the hood motivation, 'cause this shit pricey 'Cause this shit pricey, woah Most of my niggas on fed time Deep and they doin' the dead time We in it puttin' the redline On niggas that's thinkin' it's their time Put my dawg onto the whole lick, he made a hunnid off a headline Grrr, shh, back Puttin' these pussy niggas on the bedtime Come again, I'm pullin' up in a Cullinan With all of this money, I'm pressin' my thumb against Through to the plug, I shoot a few [?] again I'm 'bout to spazz, I'm dominant Bitch, we got another one again I was down and now I'm up again They don't know what I was up against Trap floor, on the sofa Down bad, that was every night White rice with the ketchup on it Corned beef with yellow rice Trap nights, tryna make it out Headshots, but I paid 'em out When you see the nigga, lay him out We about to see what they about, woah They don't spark no fear Pussy nigga, we could play it out You know it's dark out here And the sticks, niggas can't play without Hit a lick, shoot a nigga Change clothes at my baby house New pay, good work We won't go another day without Trap boomin' (Woo) 'Bout to spit the whole baby out Shooter 'bout to throw a eighty out Make you wish you never played me out Hey Ayy, lil' bih, my trap boomin' Got my bitch like Katsumi Got two sticks, I'm that goony (Grrr) Whippin' up dope (Whippin up dope) Back on road (Back on road) Pickin' up paper (Picking up paper) Dippin' that stash (Dippin' that stash) Gettin' to the cash (Gettin' to the cash) Shooters on go (Shooters on go) Shooters on go (Shooters on go) Talk to me nicely When I pull up, I'm stuntin', I'm talkin' spicy New Givenchy and Saint Laurent, this shit pricey I give the hood motivation, 'cause this shit pricey 'Cause this shit pricey, woah