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Talk to Me Nice Video (MV)




Performed By: Bowie
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: peter salerno




Bowie - Talk to Me Nice Lyrics
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I don't wanna talk til we back at the crib
Then she dosed off I was back on my shit
Back in the back backpack full of sticky
Grab me the bag all that work out the gym
All that work there my jimmy know that pack slimthicc
And I kept me a bitty til that pack came in
Twenty's and them fifty's every zip gettin flipped
Trap like a gymnast I ain't trapped in my head
Talk if you want don't get caught givin lip
And movies lit there ain't no talking outa script
Gone off the script then I'm gone with the wind
Singing songs to y'all bitches and they all want the dick
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
If there's an issue my dogs are involved
We Turnt into werewolves my dogs have evolved
I heard there was problems I think it got solved
We must be some mathematicians multiplying every digit
Add it stack it can't do minus missions that's not Beneficial
That shit hot had to let it simmer quite delicious
I might like to hit it I'm the type to type a title in it
Write it ride it memorize it eye to eye go outer body
No need to fight it this that fire I grab a lighter I'd rather light it
My bad advices I idiolize it and redefine it I've been a scientist
In the lab with dex cooking up sandwiches chef my kraft stay fresh
Bitch I don't do debts Need my wrist grotesque
And If I'm on the cell bout checks then that is phone sex
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
If there's an issue my dogs are involved
We Turnt into werewolves my dogs have evolved
I heard there was problems I think it got solved
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I don't wanna talk til we back at the crib
Then she dosed off I was back on my shit
Back in the back backpack full of sticky
Grab me the bag all that work out the gym
All that work there my jimmy know that pack slimthicc
And I kept me a bitty til that pack came in
Twenty's and them fifty's every zip gettin flipped
Trap like a gymnast I ain't trapped in my head
Talk if you want don't get caught givin lip
And movies lit there ain't no talking outa script
Gone off the script then I'm gone with the wind
Singing songs to y'all bitches and they all want the dick
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
If there's an issue my dogs are involved
We Turnt into werewolves my dogs have evolved
I heard there was problems I think it got solved
We must be some mathematicians multiplying every digit
Add it stack it can't do minus missions that's not Beneficial
That shit hot had to let it simmer quite delicious
I might like to hit it I'm the type to type a title in it
Write it ride it memorize it eye to eye go outer body
No need to fight it this that fire I grab a lighter I'd rather light it
My bad advices I idiolize it and redefine it I've been a scientist
In the lab with dex cooking up sandwiches chef my kraft stay fresh
Bitch I don't do debts Need my wrist grotesque
And If I'm on the cell bout checks then that is phone sex
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
If there's an issue my dogs are involved
We Turnt into werewolves my dogs have evolved
I heard there was problems I think it got solved
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Writer: peter salerno
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