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Talk to Me Nice Lyrics by William Singe

You know, I remember the-the first time we met up, you know I said to you, like, you gotta get back to doing what you love and you're always gonna face the adversities of that role just because simply you're in it and people get jealous and-or people see your success and they wanna clout off you. And it's hard to sift through 'em, but keep the real ones around and fuck bitches, get money

If you gotta talk to me
Better talk to me nice, oh
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit, I'm downtown with the team
Outside tryna eat, don't worry ‘bout me
What the fuck you mean where the fuck I been?
I've been on my bullshit

Told you I'm different (Haha)
And I ain't ever have to try to stand out to afford just so I can fit in
That's word to my boy, exposed, said that shit in a song and it hit me
I don't need no validations
I don't need to situations
That's gon' take me from this paper
Told you that when we was dating
And you know I'm with the gang, I'm with the squad (Know what the fuck about)
Me and diva, we ten toes
We don't surf, but we fight though
Smoke 'til we touch the sky
This that 87 Northside
I ain't gotta tell you fools that I do this sgit
Check the view count, bet it prove that shit

If you gotta talk to me (Goddamn), yeah
Better talk to me nice, oh
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit, I'm downtown with the team
Outside tryna eat, don't worry ‘bout me
What the fuck you mean where the fuck I been?
I've been on my bullshit, yeah

I'm on a beach, Hennessy, you, we
Look at me, 'bout twenty-three
They keys to the world, now I never need a thing
I don't gotta hear what you saying
First-class, check club
And I'm always jet lagged, my necklace
And I got two best twin sisters
I don't even know they names
I don't sold out worldwide
I been 'round the world twice, yeah
You ain't see them long nights
You just hatin' online
We just toast to the sky
This that 87 Northside
East Coast, down South, worldwide
And you in trouble now, get back, baby

If you gotta talk to me (Yeah, you know), yeah
Better talk to me nice, oh (Better talk to me nice, baby)
Don't open your mouth like lockjaw
I don't wanna hear that shit no more
We don't play that shit, I'm downtown with the team
Outside tryna eat, don't worry ‘bout me
What the fuck you mean where the fuck I been?
I've been on my bullshit, yeah-yeah

First-class, check club
And I'm always jet lagged, my necklace (Yeah)
And I got two best twin sisters (Yeah)
First-class, check club
And I'm always jet lagged, my necklace (Yeah)
And I got two best twin sisters

Yeah, uh
Ten bands in my pocket
I don't need nothing else here but the profit
2021, tell my team that we walked in
Fuck a locksmith, I'm the key to my city
Tell ‘em light 'em up now, you 'bout to get me
That's on fam on the 87 streets
Had to talk to me, and you know we don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Yeah, and you know we don't stop, don't stop
Yeah, we all know
I'll just wait here right

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