Lyrics:
my passion done fucked up my prices
Got too many bitches and too many vices
Tiffany, Tiffany, Tifany Nikes
Don't get it twisted, you just got
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
Tiffany's
Cartier
Black Starr
Frost Gorham
Talk to me Harry Winston
Tell me all about it
There may come a time
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
Tiffany's
Cartier
Black Starr
Frost Gorham
Talk to me Harry Winston
Tell me all about it
There may come a time
we've been keeping this a secret
When you're surrounded by friends
And I'm just wondering what they know
I wish you'd talk, talk
Wish you'd talk
Do you like jewels Tiffany's
Maybe a car Mercedes
What can I do to get with you
Trips over seas Monaco
Gourmet meals caviar
Yachting with me Italy
Can
Talk about will and talk about won't
Talk about the sweet by and by
Well, talk is cheap and times are wasting
Get busy living or at least die
we can put in work, let me get my busy on for you
You ain't never heard me talk like this, just got my Drizzy on for you
What you gonna do? What
not give you the recipe
You know the game is so separately
Swear I just had an epiphany
It cost my 50 at Tiffany's
Shoutout to Tiffany's Stephanie
best friend
TIFFANYS! CARTIER! Black Star, Rossgorm,
Talk to me Harry Winston - tell me all about it!
There may come a time when a lass need her lawyer
and life
[Chorus: Tiffany Villareal]
[Raekwon]
Who ever said you ain't do right by me, they frontin', yo
They couldn't understand that we was a team
I used
Gettin' by with just you and me
I feel so clumsy, every time we kiss
Lost in your crescent, can't seem to focus
I want a life that's meant for me
Breakfast
diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk
length mirror
You can climb your way back to the world of reason
Where it's organized by color and season
Everything matches in Tiffany Wheeler's closet
in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shakin'
An' sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away
Oh you talk
could take your place
The list goes on, and on, and on
There was Nikki, Nicole, Tiffany, and Heather
But there's only room for you in my world
But
It's okay, you didn't know better
Be alright, it's gonna get better
Throw it away, it never really mattered
Sometimes you just gotta learn to let go
the way he talks
Vocal sabbatical, delayed by churning out the same
Why you talk so loud?
Why you talk so?
Why you talk so loud?
Why you talk so?
a certain way, we walk a certain way
We talk a certain way, we-we paint a certain way
We-we make love a certain way, you know
All of these things we do in
get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little
song
I might blow up my radio, oh
You can clear the room
By playing Debbie Boon
Or crank your Abba records until dawn
Oh, I can even hear
Slim Whitman
get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little
have to go that far and I
I've got you down
I know you by heart
And you don't even know where I start
Talk to yourself, talk to the tears
Talk
Somethin' that you can't do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around with my chain loose (chain, chain)
She
to
Someone to talk to
Someone to talk to
Someone to talk to
Someone to talk to
Someone to talk to
I love you, why didn't I say that before?
I guess that it's
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