B Roy - Slick Talk
Niggas always sayin they be cookin, where ya apron at
Niggas always claiming they be hood, till they tattletat
Never sold my soul to get ahead, dignity intact
You niggas be my sons im ya pop where ya mother at
Nigga this that slick talk
Rappin like im goodz, now my sneaker got a slick walk
You aint over me , you aint gonna get yo shit off
Haters talkin crazy now i know i gottem pissed off
Flow hotter than the furnace like my bars came from mars
Gotta be the greatest so you know im shooting for the stars
I dont be in jersey but im always out in newark
Fuck a car key i be sliding in a push start
Shawty always wylin when im gone, i aint hard to miss
When we link up i pass the pill to her like a pharmacist
When im on the court i be jacking i dont need assist
Seeing eye to eye is the only way that we can coexist
Fuckin' up a bag im a 6 figure nigga
I just rap and shoot the ball iont gotta pull triggers
Sippin liq off a eddy now im wavy like a river
Jesus watching all my moves he forgive me imma sinner
Niggas always sayin they be cookin, where ya apron at
Niggas always claiming they be hood, till they tattletat
Never sold my soul to get ahead, dignity intact
You niggas be my sons, im ya pop, where ya mother at
Bitch ass
And nigga this that slick talk
Rappin like im goodz, now my sneaker got a slick walk
You aint over me , you aint gonna get yo shit off
Haters talkin crazy now i know i gottem pissed off
I'm a different nigga i aint ever on the same shit
Staying to myself because i know you lane switch
Shortest nigga dunkin you can call me calvin caimbridge
Drive exotic cars so you know the steel stainless
Always on 100 do the dash i aint slowin down
call me when you need me even when im outta town
Sliding with the quickness b roy bouta shut it down
I aint ky but ill box a nigga head off to the ground
Broski got some twins by his side like smith & wesson
Niggas always trynna teach but they never learned they lesson
Press up on ya bitch like im usher with confessions
Fuckin up the game now im glitchin fixing my connections
Making money was the goal shout out TME for blessings
I'm focused on my goals like a doctor we just start dissecting.
Seen you phonies ride the wave, you got no traction where you reppin
People say im super nice because my energy reflecting
How you say you love ya life but ya aura be depressing
Always focused on myself , call it selfish i aint stressin
When you worried bout ya self, it aint hard to stay protected
Always going out ya way burning out and less invested
Niggas always sayin they be cookin, where ya apron at
Niggas always claiming they be hood, till they tattletat
Never sold my soul to get ahead, dignity intact
You niggas be my sons, im ya pop, where ya mother at
Nigga this that slick talk
Rappin like im goodz, now my sneaker got a slick walk
You aint over me , you aint gonna get yo shit off
Haters talkin crazy now i know i gottem pissed off
Written by:
Brandon Royal
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