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Car Talk (DatPiff Exclusive)

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 cuz 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

JetLife 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 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 The master of the Car Talk

No engine

My shit powered by the all-spark

Straight sickening

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