Car Talk

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[Verse] And I'm a Nike Head, my car entice the Feds My bitches porno-bred, you countin' corny bread I slice a G-loaf can cop a speedboat Can't sing, but they know Spitta holding C-notes Critics say that he flow only bout weed They don't know about me, they just judging from my tweet quotes Since they don't understand him they figure that it ain't dope Fuck 'em tho, I'm with my niggas and my bitches Everywhere we going, my older, he homie flicking pictures He tripping cause he just came home, locked up all that time Ain't know that I became a Don The same way Ace Boogie put Money Mitch back on Welcomed him with open arms, Jet Life Niggas wishin they was in the fold, they ain't, they in the fuckin' cold I'm in the paint dunking on niggas Expanding my crib, my garage getting bigger Call Rozay, tell him sell a donk to a nigga, or point me to the expert builder I want purple ghost flames on the hood and the fenders Have it covered, trailered, delivered to the cirle of winners I'm a be in there chillin, where I parked my other race cars Clearing out a space for my newest edition It's Spitta, he master of the Car Talk, no engine My shit powered by the all-spark, straight sickening
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