Alley Talk, Pt. 2 Premo Rice (Ft. King Joe)
"Alley Talk, Pt. 2" by Premo Rice featuring King Joe is a #HipHop track released in 2023. The song explores themes of street life, resilience, and authenticity, reflecting on personal experiences and struggles. Its unique beats combine smooth flows with gritty storytelling, resonating with urban culture and connecting deeply with listeners.
[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Hello motherfuckers, it's your neighborhood mack
First to knock a ho, the first to check in the trap
First I bring the pressure, I command my respect
Purses on the dresser, I'm collecting a debt
Bet not bring no lip, your attitude at the door
Go out swing them hips, they in the mood for a show
My pockets seeing profit man, I'm working a bitch
I'm poppin' hater blockers out here swervin' your diss
Can't do no pocket watching, out here breakin' the bank
Affluent, ain't no stopping, Chino spark up the dank
I might see in the kitchen, out here serving the heads
She pricey with the chicken, need to cough up the bread
Shout out to all my bitches, out here holdin' the forts
My game like the Olympics, way I'm holding the torch
See right up through you niggas, out here calling your bluff
Forever, nigga ain't nobody fucking with us
Forever, nigga ain't nobody fucking with us
Forever, nigga ain't nobody fucking with us
See right up through you niggas, out here calling your bluff
[Verse 2: King Joe]
Stained glass window in the Bimmer
Pistol on my lap, baggin' up at the arena
One time, a teacher told me I should be a teacher
Something 'bout I got the qualities of a leader
But I made what they made by the time I was a senior
And when I'm out in Tampa I could prolly see Tina
Had a coupe and a rollie every time I seen her
I'm just saying that to say that all my bitches divas
Could've bought a house when we re'd up
Weed sticking to my fingers like some cheese puffs
Almost missed the plane, I was drinking too much
You take her out on dates, we just link up and fuck
Hello motherfuckers, it's your neighborhood mack
First to knock a ho, the first to check in the trap
First I bring the pressure, I command my respect
Purses on the dresser, I'm collecting a debt
Bet not bring no lip, your attitude at the door
Go out swing them hips, they in the mood for a show
My pockets seeing profit man, I'm working a bitch
I'm poppin' hater blockers out here swervin' your diss
Can't do no pocket watching, out here breakin' the bank
Affluent, ain't no stopping, Chino spark up the dank
I might see in the kitchen, out here serving the heads
She pricey with the chicken, need to cough up the bread
Shout out to all my bitches, out here holdin' the forts
My game like the Olympics, way I'm holding the torch
See right up through you niggas, out here calling your bluff
Forever, nigga ain't nobody fucking with us
Forever, nigga ain't nobody fucking with us
Forever, nigga ain't nobody fucking with us
See right up through you niggas, out here calling your bluff
[Verse 2: King Joe]
Stained glass window in the Bimmer
Pistol on my lap, baggin' up at the arena
One time, a teacher told me I should be a teacher
Something 'bout I got the qualities of a leader
But I made what they made by the time I was a senior
And when I'm out in Tampa I could prolly see Tina
Had a coupe and a rollie every time I seen her
I'm just saying that to say that all my bitches divas
Could've bought a house when we re'd up
Weed sticking to my fingers like some cheese puffs
Almost missed the plane, I was drinking too much
You take her out on dates, we just link up and fuck
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