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Hennis C. - Table Talk 2 Lyrics



Hennis C. - Table Talk 2 Lyrics
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Everybody's a critic
But not everybody can come around just to kick it
My sound the slickest
I run it now I could marathon sprint to the finish
I hold it down like I'm tryna get rid of a widget
Syrup sippin, nigga get to slurrin' just to earn different
Martian, don't really like the earth, cause the air different
Turnt wicked, driftin' in the car, the last curb bender
Serve niggas, season it with curry and the coriander
30 on my hip, call it the curry ender
Black leather, white paint, perfect for the McFlurry weather
Made the cookie cream when she heard I came with the furs and feathers
Call me baby like she want me to make her a Gerber getter
SpaceBaby (yeah)
I ain't In da Club to buy the ace baby (yeah)
Diamonds on, callin' a spade a spade baby (yeah)
And I got heart, could make yours race baby
(Don't fall in love, these hoes gon' lie to you nigga)
Brand new Patek, put it on just to flex
Got this one for free, I ain't even give her no sex
Yeah, I got the keys, but I'm keepin' these for a jet
Niggas say they keepin' it G but you know I keep it Gillette
Just like a stadium, I'm a Patriot, you know I'm razor sharp
Slidin' through your city like a cable car, Table Talk
Two, I had to do it while the plate was hot, and I saved the block
I'm a guitar hero, this make a cradle rock
Made to pop like young Michael, verse from a Bible
It's up to you to decipher if you one of my disciples
Follow me at SpaceBabyKraze on all the socials
Follow me, there's no limit to what I'll show you
Not Korean, we still speak like we off the Soju
Swallow these lil' bitch thicker than bowl of oatmeal
Halloween ain't no trickin, I'm bout to hoe you
Prophecy, I see, niggas see me like Goku
Make her my boo, sayin' all that shit she wan' hear
Might freeze her wrist if her number stay in my cell
Used to send 'em beans and triple beam the scale
If you see a beam from me, it's a VIP right to hell
I'm a cash god, and I keep a hammer, I'm from Asgard
Blast off, and I been refuelin' off a gas card
Mask off, work my ass off, rap my ass off
Slap soft, spit into her mouth, then f*ck her lash off
Mad raw, I just give the people what they ask for
As for me an AMG with digital dashboards
That roar, you ain't even see it, hit the fast forward
Back to me nigga, I'm throwin' shit off the backboard
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Everybody's a critic
But not everybody can come around just to kick it
My sound the slickest
I run it now I could marathon sprint to the finish
I hold it down like I'm tryna get rid of a widget
Syrup sippin, nigga get to slurrin' just to earn different
Martian, don't really like the earth, cause the air different
Turnt wicked, driftin' in the car, the last curb bender
Serve niggas, season it with curry and the coriander
30 on my hip, call it the curry ender
Black leather, white paint, perfect for the McFlurry weather
Made the cookie cream when she heard I came with the furs and feathers
Call me baby like she want me to make her a Gerber getter
SpaceBaby (yeah)
I ain't In da Club to buy the ace baby (yeah)
Diamonds on, callin' a spade a spade baby (yeah)
And I got heart, could make yours race baby
(Don't fall in love, these hoes gon' lie to you nigga)
Brand new Patek, put it on just to flex
Got this one for free, I ain't even give her no sex
Yeah, I got the keys, but I'm keepin' these for a jet
Niggas say they keepin' it G but you know I keep it Gillette
Just like a stadium, I'm a Patriot, you know I'm razor sharp
Slidin' through your city like a cable car, Table Talk
Two, I had to do it while the plate was hot, and I saved the block
I'm a guitar hero, this make a cradle rock
Made to pop like young Michael, verse from a Bible
It's up to you to decipher if you one of my disciples
Follow me at SpaceBabyKraze on all the socials
Follow me, there's no limit to what I'll show you
Not Korean, we still speak like we off the Soju
Swallow these lil' bitch thicker than bowl of oatmeal
Halloween ain't no trickin, I'm bout to hoe you
Prophecy, I see, niggas see me like Goku
Make her my boo, sayin' all that shit she wan' hear
Might freeze her wrist if her number stay in my cell
Used to send 'em beans and triple beam the scale
If you see a beam from me, it's a VIP right to hell
I'm a cash god, and I keep a hammer, I'm from Asgard
Blast off, and I been refuelin' off a gas card
Mask off, work my ass off, rap my ass off
Slap soft, spit into her mouth, then f*ck her lash off
Mad raw, I just give the people what they ask for
As for me an AMG with digital dashboards
That roar, you ain't even see it, hit the fast forward
Back to me nigga, I'm throwin' shit off the backboard
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Writer: Christopher Farmer
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Performed By: Hennis C.
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Christopher Farmer

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