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
LoneStone
Whipping up dope (whipping up dope)
Back on road (back on road)
Picking up paper (picking up paper)
Dippin' in the stash (dippin' in the 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 in there, doing the dead time
We in here putting a red line
On niggas that's thinking its their time
Put my dawg on to the whole lick
He made a hundred off a head line
Brrt, sh, baow
Putting these pussy niggas on a bed time
Come again
I'm pulling up in a Cullinan
With all of this money I'm pressing my thumb against
Doodie the plug, I'll shoot if you run again
I'm bout to spazz and dumb in it
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 flow on the sofa
Down bad, that was every night
White rice with the ketchup on it
Corn beef with the yellow rice
Trap nights, tryna make it out
Headshots, we done paid 'em out
When you see the nigga, lay 'em out
We about to see what they about
Whoa!
They don't spark no fear
Pussy nigga, we can 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 a whole baby out
Shooter 'bout to throw a eighty out
Make you wish you never played me out
(Hey)
Aye lil' bih my trap booming
Got my bih like Katsumi
Got two sticks, I'm that goonie
Whipping up dope (whipping up dope)
Back on road (back on road)
Picking up paper (picking up paper)
Dippin' in the stash (dippin' in the 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
Tory Lanez - Pricey & Spicey Lyrics
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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
LoneStone
Whipping up dope (whipping up dope)
Back on road (back on road)
Picking up paper (picking up paper)
Dippin' in the stash (dippin' in the 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 in there, doing the dead time
We in here putting a red line
On niggas that's thinking its their time
Put my dawg on to the whole lick
He made a hundred off a head line
Brrt, sh, baow
Putting these pussy niggas on a bed time
Come again
I'm pulling up in a Cullinan
With all of this money I'm pressing my thumb against
Doodie the plug, I'll shoot if you run again
I'm bout to spazz and dumb in it
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 flow on the sofa
Down bad, that was every night
White rice with the ketchup on it
Corn beef with the yellow rice
Trap nights, tryna make it out
Headshots, we done paid 'em out
When you see the nigga, lay 'em out
We about to see what they about
Whoa!
They don't spark no fear
Pussy nigga, we can 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 a whole baby out
Shooter 'bout to throw a eighty out
Make you wish you never played me out
(Hey)
Aye lil' bih my trap booming
Got my bih like Katsumi
Got two sticks, I'm that goonie
Whipping up dope (whipping up dope)
Back on road (back on road)
Picking up paper (picking up paper)
Dippin' in the stash (dippin' in the 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
And my stomach touching
I know I gotta get right
'Cause the summer coming
Talk to me nicely
Talk to me nicely, yeah
LoneStone
Whipping up dope (whipping up dope)
Back on road (back on road)
Picking up paper (picking up paper)
Dippin' in the stash (dippin' in the 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 in there, doing the dead time
We in here putting a red line
On niggas that's thinking its their time
Put my dawg on to the whole lick
He made a hundred off a head line
Brrt, sh, baow
Putting these pussy niggas on a bed time
Come again
I'm pulling up in a Cullinan
With all of this money I'm pressing my thumb against
Doodie the plug, I'll shoot if you run again
I'm bout to spazz and dumb in it
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 flow on the sofa
Down bad, that was every night
White rice with the ketchup on it
Corn beef with the yellow rice
Trap nights, tryna make it out
Headshots, we done paid 'em out
When you see the nigga, lay 'em out
We about to see what they about
Whoa!
They don't spark no fear
Pussy nigga, we can 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 a whole baby out
Shooter 'bout to throw a eighty out
Make you wish you never played me out
(Hey)
Aye lil' bih my trap booming
Got my bih like Katsumi
Got two sticks, I'm that goonie
Whipping up dope (whipping up dope)
Back on road (back on road)
Picking up paper (picking up paper)
Dippin' in the stash (dippin' in the 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
Writer: Daystar Peterson, Daniel Gonzalez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.