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letra de hear em talkin - 2gaudy

[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout that b-tch, no, she a lame (yeah)
i’m just vibin’ out here, i’m in an ela (for sure)
she said she hungry, eat my d-ck today (aah)
(blanq beats production)
(sheesy)
hear ’em talkin’, i ain’t got sh-t to say

[post-chorus]
yeah, pocket watchin’ demons
when i walk in neiman’s
.40 leave ’em dreamin’
and i don’t need a reason
i f-ck your b-tch way better (yeah)
and she sent you a letter (aah)
i said, “i’m sorry” in the header (aah), boy, you best forget her
[verse]
my wrist cost a brick (yeah)
she suck me up like a tick (yeah)
n-gga ain’t on sh-t (yeah)
boy, you ain’t makin’ thеm hits (nah)
you should really quit it, quit it, quit it, you a lame (woo)
sorry ’bout that, boy, but me and you just not thе same (woo)
walk inside the bank, they already know my name (name)
they should call me, “hotboy” ’cause i spit the flames (flames)
that ain’t never gon’ change
i could see the green
if you want to stand out, get out of the grain
i took that b-tch to bermuda, you know i’m a shooter
you know that i’m boot up (woo)
i smoke these n-ggas like motherf-ckin’ hookah (woo)
[?] (hey, hey)
all of my diamonds, i’m thankin’ my jeweler

[bridge]
frozen (huh, diamonds)
my heart closed, it never open (open)
wrist so cold, it changed the climate (woo)
hop off soon, i just had to go and time it (woo)

[verse 2]
yeah, she ridin’ on my meat (meat, meat), then delete (‘lete, ‘lete)
she pickin’ up what i put down, i’m talkin’ skeet (skeet, skeet)
when i let off these .40 rounds, he happy feet (feet, feet)
and if he want me on that track, best cop a feat (feat, feat)
best pay your dues
f-ck my money up, i made it came, i never lose
how you talkin’ ’bout you makin’ bread but all you sip is booze? (loser)
i’m just thankin’ god i’m not like you (ha-ha)
difference is that i’ve been on a mission
got so much dough, f-ckin’ these hoes (yeah, yeah)
i had to pay a year of her college tuition
she wanna roll, i’m in control (woo)
i drift this boat with such precision
he ain’t makin’ money, boy how you livin’?
he want a handout so i ain’t givin’
young n-gga hot like curry
and i’m gon’ shoot like scottie pippen
[chorus]
(blanq beats production)
(sheesy)
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout that b-tch, no, she a lame (yeah)
i’m just vibin’ out here, i’m in an ela (for sure)
she said she hungry, eat my d-ck today (aah)
hear ’em talkin’, i ain’t got sh-t to say

- 2gaudy

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