Khalil - Talk to Me Nice / Fargo Season lyrics

[Hook] Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here Still downtown, whole crew's up in here All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here Like is it the right time, baby? [Verse] This is the right time Pour up a white wine All of these bands on me Like it's a lifeline Givenchy for all of my n***as We pull up in slippers, in nighttime f**in' b**hes in the white robes Let me know that it's the right time All my n***as, they be reppin' it Red bottom when I step in it n***as with me, gotta let 'em in Sos with me, that's a definite Nyce with me, that's a definite Now you met up with the dogs Gotta f** 'em all 'fore you meet the President Walked in, all cleaned up Man whole clique on bust down Walked in, got 2 "W"s Now I look like touchdown Pulled up in the i8 With a shirt sayin', "Why hate?" n***as talkin', I'ma violate b**h I'm f**in' up the tristate Uh, Givenchy for all of my n***as 2017, we ain't leavin' a cent on the table For all of you n***as Be comin' for all of the figures I'm f**in' all of your b**hes Don't even call em your b**hes And baby, I'm all in Givenchy [Hook] Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here Still downtown, whole crew's up in here All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here Like is it the right time, baby? Fargo Season [Intro] Fargo, Estevan Fargo S.T.E Yeah, Fargo S.T.E [Verse 1] Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' now Bad b**h, recline my seat before she top me down Just invested in two choppers and they on me now b**h, all you heard was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out Put them b**hes in a Range Rove' Hit a mission with my n***as, then I change clothes n***as runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt You hit my b**h, I f** your girl, that's how the game go You know how that sayin' go Girl, you know I'm poppin' off Give me head and make sure you make that sh** sloppy now If you with it, you gon' meet me at the lobby now Say you not, but girl, I know that you are probably down Now what you talkin' 'bout? [Hook] What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get the time, but tonight feels right, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get the time, but tonight feels [Post-Hook] Like the Blue Jays New Toronto b**h, we ballin' on your blu-rays I've been mobbin' round the city for like two days Stashin' all this dirty money in the suit case, woah [Verse 2] Don't you know that we got plenty choppers? Any b**h inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker n***as say that they gon' rob me, b**h, don't make me stop you Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he down to let it drop you They like... Hit G Weed on the cellphone Make that call from Compton, they'll be out on Melrose Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah That sh** tell you that I'm poppin' now When I pull up in that Wraith, it ain't no talkin' now Hater n***as talkin' payments but I bought it, wow Reason why when I pull up, them b**hes hoppin' out, yeah Now what you talkin' 'bout? [Hook] What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get the time, but tonight feels right, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Never do we get the time, but tonight feels right, yeah [Bridge] I'm rollin' downtown, I feel so alone And this time I feel like I like it, yeah I roll alone downtown and I like it, yeah Listen [Verse 3] Word around my city is I'm poppin' now, yeah b**h, don't make no moves in here, just top me down, yeah You was talkin' sh** but now you ridin' dick, you ain't slick Why I keep a couple HO, HO's like I'm Saint Nick I just got the Benzo back, you n***as outta luck though You say that's your main girl, then why she tryna f** for? My chain on scammer, big T Montana Withdraw like diamond, my b**h on Pamela Came through on a hot block with the top drop and the diamonds Stain blue on the hot block in a drop top and I'm shinin' Pocket rocket on me if a n***a wanna creep up on it with recliner Starin' in my rear-view if a n***a tryna creep up on me from behind me Certain n***as tryna text me Play them n***as like a ba** flute All you n***as is some waste yutes Boy I will come and erase you Lookin' like I'm in the city slappin', co*kin', clickin' up like I'm Nino If he treat the forty-fifth it split him out and singin' to me like Selena [Outro] Oh no don't approach me 'Cause I got that thing on me, and that sh** loaded Hope you f** n***as get shot all out your sneakers Got some real n***as they watching from the bleachers And you know my shooters don't come in no Ubers 'Cause they can't hop back inside when they shoot ya That's word to Hollywood soldiers I mean you know what kind of sauce this is when you smell it, baby