Pricey & Spicy歌词
歌手：Tory Lanez 专辑：The New Toronto 3
作词 : Daystar Peterson/Daniel Gonzalez
作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Daniel Gonzalez
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 sh*t pricey
I give the hood motivation, 'cause this sh*t pricey
'Cause this sh*t pricey, woah
Most of my n*ggas on fed time
Deep and they doin' the dead time
We in it puttin' the redline
On n*ggas 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 pus*y n*ggas 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 once again
I'm 'bout to spazz, I'm dominant
B*tch, 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 n*gga, lay him out
We about to see what they about, woah
They don't spark no fear
Pus*y n*gga, we could play it out
You know it's dark out here
And the sticks, n*ggas can't play without
Hit a lick, shoot a n*gga
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 ***** 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 sh*t pricey
I give the hood motivation, 'cause this sh*t pricey
'Cause this sh*t pricey, woah
作曲 : Daystar Peterson/Daniel Gonzalez
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 sh*t pricey
I give the hood motivation, 'cause this sh*t pricey
'Cause this sh*t pricey, woah
Most of my n*ggas on fed time
Deep and they doin' the dead time
We in it puttin' the redline
On n*ggas 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 pus*y n*ggas 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 once again
I'm 'bout to spazz, I'm dominant
B*tch, 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 n*gga, lay him out
We about to see what they about, woah
They don't spark no fear
Pus*y n*gga, we could play it out
You know it's dark out here
And the sticks, n*ggas can't play without
Hit a lick, shoot a n*gga
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 ***** 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 sh*t pricey
I give the hood motivation, 'cause this sh*t pricey
'Cause this sh*t pricey, woah
