Listen to Sweet Talk (feat. Young Rich Visionary) by Spicyomi

Sweet Talk (feat. Young Rich Visionary)

Spicyomi

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naomi Webster
Naomi Webster
Songwriter
Joseph Chanman
Joseph Chanman
Songwriter
Christopher Drain O
Christopher Drain O
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ok I'm drunk I need a blunt Money upfront Ain't no discuss All in her guts Niggas switch up Double my cup Fuck and break up I took a bean You niggas ain't clean Drip drop splash Submarine I got the cash Draymond Green Smoke so much I'm a chimney Imma fly out like a big hawk Took her to the room she tryna bangkok Thighs on my neck in a head lock Crazyone so ya know imma sweet talk Yeaaaah Sweet talk Sugar on her lips she gon sweet talk Yeah Yeah Yeah Sweet talk Money on my breath imma sweet talk Yeaaaah If she let me hit I'll beat that beat Don't gotta think twice I'll leave that She starting to catch feelings Ion need that If you really think about it I been that Still sliding through the city With my seat back Still puffing on gas That mean pack If you ain't talking bout money Take yo speech back Only hang around niggas who Really speak facts I needa blunt Get me some runts Pour up some lean Niggas is feins Standing in line They begging for weed This top notch So the shit not free Serving out the window I was chasing that green Pockets on flood But the jewelry looking mean Smile so nice Take a pic and say cheese The drip so cold I'm making all these bitches sneeze Bless me lil baby If you ever hear me sneeze A few more of that You'll be down on your knees Ima lil playa So you know how it be Took her to the bed Now she grabbing on me Kissing on my neck I tell shirty stop please Ion like hickeys So you not claiming me Pulling on her hair While I'm digging in deep We just went 2 now she ready for Round 3 Ok I'm drunk I need a blunt Money upfront Ain't no discuss All in her guts Niggas switch up Double my cup Fuck and break up I took a bean You niggas ain't clean Drip drop splash Submarine I got the cash Draymond green Smoke so much I'm a chimney Imma fly out like a big hawk Took her to the room she tryna bangkok Thighs on my neck in a head lock Crazyone so ya know imma sweet talk Yeaaaah Sweet talk Sugar on her lips she gon sweet talk Yeah Yeah Yeah Sweet talk Money on my breath imma sweet talk Yeaaaah Put money on yo head That's street talk Make ya bitch give me head That's sweet talk If I'm walking in the hood They C walk When I'm speaking to my uncle That's OG talk That short bitch mad That she lost Talking shit out her ass Like Yeehaaw Had her tricking on a nigga That's sweet talk Yeah yeah That's sweet talk You wanna be rich Well stop hitting them licks Invest all that cash And stop buying bricks Instead of these hoes It's the houses you flip She call me her shrooms Cause I took her on trips I'm look at the moon While I'm feeling her lips She know I'm cumming She feeling these drips If my niggas start gunning Yo niggas getting chip Y'all row in the water We boarding these ships Me And Jay we added Spicy Yrv we the gang (Spicy) Feeling the warriors I'm Added KD to the team (Team) Them nigga pump faking Call Hakeem a Make him dream (Dream) A nigga catchin traction These bars full of steam I love talking money Make my smile go Ching Bitch say she don't Wanna get married But she still want the ring We riding through the hood See a couple red beams There gottta be a god Every light turn green Ok I'm drunk I need a blunt Money upfront Ain't no discuss All in her guts Niggas switch up Double my cup Fuck and break up I took a bean You niggas ain't clean Drip drop splash Submarine I got the cash Draymond green Smoke so much I'm a chimney Imma fly out like a big hawk Took her to the room she tryna bangkok Thighs on my neck in a head lock Crazyone so ya know imma sweet Talk Yeaaaah Sweet talk Sugar on her lips she gon sweet talk Yeah Yeah Yeah Sweet talk Money on my breath imma sweet Talk Yeaaaah Get guap Addicted to money yea we don't stop Yea yea Big rocks All up on her chain make her titties Pop Yea yea Tick Tock Imma beat that buzzer when I shoot My shot Yea yea Bedrock Curtains closed baby go spread em Like a peacock Yea Woah Ok stop it too cute put you in my pocket Twist Pull Bop it Ain't nobody watchin Eatin on my plate no crumbs Niggas bums Been Income Big sums No double back no reruns Not too drunk to roll up one No deadlift but I pull weight I outslay Here to stay One way I need new haters the old ones startin To like me No new friends no I'm not inviting A sorry ass nigga is his only apology I say Only me and fans can make a Movie Pass it like a hoe Roll her like a lady Fake annoy me on sight That's crazy...
Writer(s): Naomi Webster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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