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Tory Lanez

Pricey & Spicy

 

Pricey & Spicy

(albüm: The New Toronto 3 - 2020)


It's been way too long
And my stomach touching
I know I gotta get right
'Cause the summer coming
Talk to me nicely
Talk to me nicely, yeah
Lone Stone

Whipping up dope (Whipping up dope)
Back on road (Back on road)
Picking up paper (Picking up paper)
Dipping that stash (Dipping that stash)
Getting to the cash (Getting 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 stunting, I'm talking spicy
New Givenchy and Saint Laurent, this shit pricey
I give the hood motivation, 'cause this shit pricey
'Cause this shit pricey, whoa

Most of my niggas on fed' time
Deep and they doing the dead time
We in it putting the redline
On niggas that's thinking it's their time
Put my dawg onto the whole lick, he made a hunnid off a headline
Grrr, shh, back
Putting these pussy niggas on the bedtime
Come again, I'm pulling up in a Cullinan
With all of this money, I'm pressing my thumb against
Due to the plug, I'll shoot if you run 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 the 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, whoa
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 booming (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 booming
Got my bih like Katsumi
Got two sticks, I'm that goonie (Grrr)

Whipping up dope (Whipping up dope)
Back on road (Back on road)
Picking up paper (Picking up paper)
Dipping that stash (Dipping that stash)
Getting to the cash (Getting 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 stunting, I'm talking spicy
New Givenchy and Saint Laurent, this shit pricey
I give the hood motivation, 'cause this shit pricey
'Cause this shit pricey, whoa

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