Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Talk Nice’ by 88GLAM. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 88GLAM or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
That be Maaly Raw
Ayy, me and you together, that’s a plan
I know a couple niggas on demand
Back up, you don’t need no back-up man
I’ma be the one to hold your hand
Talkin’ down on me nice
Talk to my niggas nice
Talkin’ down on me nice
Talk to my niggas nice
When it rains, yeah we got Gucci umbrellas
When it rains, yeah I mob with my niggas
In the rain, I still mob with my niggas
In the rain, I still mob, still mob
Try to stay the night with me, you optimistic, yeah
Try to stay the night with me, you optimistic, yeah
Try to stay the night with me, I know your mission, yeah
Try to stay the night with me, you optimistic, yeah
Can’t forget the days where you did me somethin’ mean
I became a star and it don’t surprise me
I became a star and it don’t surprise me
Can’t forget the days that you didn’t ride for me
(Can’t forget the)
Ain’t no surprise, it’s a God flow, shawty (Yeah)
Ain’t no surprise I got a God flow (Ooh, bands)
And I rub my hands like I’m Baby
Count my rubber bands, yeah, go crazy
Me and you together, that’s a plan
We could make some bands
You don’t need no back-up man
I’ma be the one to hold your hand
Talkin’ down on me nice
Talk to my niggas nice
Talkin’ down on me nice
Talk to my niggas nice
Me and you together, that’s a deal (Oh)
Always got you askin’ if it’s real (If it’s real)
Diamond bracelets, new Chanel (New Chanel)
Got her on her own, not at home (Not at home)
Now she ridin’ in the Rolls (In the Rolls)
Ain’t no more ridin’ all alone (Ride alone)
Known for disrespectin’, well she don’t (No she don’t)
Anything she need, she call my phone
Chemistry with me, we got our own (Got our own)
Hennessy in me, I’m in my zone (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Always there to right a nigga’s wrongs (Yeah)
Whenever shit got real, I played this song
Don’t want leave you, keep it see-through
Transparent, left the trap
Got myself knocked, you was at the hearing (Yeah)
Yeah there’s two seats, got you by my side in a McLaren (Yeah)
Bullshit to the side, you the one that’s really steerin’
Me and you together, that’s a plan
I know a couple niggas on demand
Back up, you don’t need no back-up man
I’ma be the one to hold your hand
Talkin’ down on me nice
Talk to my niggas nice
Talkin’ down on me nice
Talk to my niggas nice