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letra de talk my shit - 83 babies

[intro: yung boss tevo]
ayy, let me hear that ho jeff
aha
three times (three times)
talk that sh-t, walk that b-tch

[chorus: yung boss tevo]
ayy, i like the beat, ’cause you can hear me talk my sh-t (my sh-t)
yeah, i’m finna walk this b-tch (c’mon)
i’ma treat this ho like a dog (dog), yeah, i’m finna walk that b-tch
i’ma treat a opp like a boar (boar), i’ma white chalk that b-tch (that b-tch)
whenever i shoot, i score, n-ggas know we be droppin’ sh-t
i like the beat, ’cause you can hear me talk my sh-t (my sh-t)
yeah, i’m finna walk this b-tch (c’mon)
i’ma treat this ho like a dog (dog), yeah, i’m finna walk that b-tch
i’ma treat a opp like a boar (boar), i’ma white chalk that b-tch (that b-tch)
whenever i shoot, i score, n-ggas know we be droppin’ sh-t (no cap)

[verse 1: set-toff83]
that four with that three ’cause i live what i rap
yeah, it ain’t no cap in my rap
they don’t want, i don’t ever care
with the smoke, i put it in the air
with the five on my side, ain’t no man i fear
he came, he want smoke, leave him in the rear
leave him in the past, turn into a gas
oh, he in the whip, made that n-gga crash
big .38, you know a young n-gga been ballin’
i just f-cked that b-tch like one time, i ain’t called her
i’m blowin’, i’m packin’, got shows out in boston
then how the f-ck they know a n-gga out in boston?
got so many dead opps, i don’t know what to call ’em
and them boys broke his head, they can’t afford to call ’em
we don’t care, they get stepped on like a carpet
get shot, we got h-lla dead opps in the morgue

[verse 2: nle choppa]
ayy, ayy
y’all know a n-gga talk a lotta sh-t
but i guarantee it, i can back it up
and when i’m in the trap, i’ma whip a brick
put it in the couch, i’ma stash it up
n-gga talk sh-t behind a n-gga back
see me out in person, they gonna dap it up
it ain’t no cap in my f-ckin’ rap
so you know a n-gga really factual
i got eight k’s, big glocks, big bums
so you know this sh-t gettin’ tactical

[verse 3: yung boss tevo]
i ain’t talkin’ fists, but i came with some sticks
like a toilet stool, boy, stance and sh-t
throwin’ like a p-ss, they comin’ to get
all black when us hit so they can’t see sh-t
n-ggas know we pop out the cut, like it
she hung, i pull out my d-ck, she bit
she a dog–ss ho, she gave you a kiss
treat her like a dog, walk that b-tch

- 83 babies

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