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letra de talk my shit - brickboydior

[intro]
(hollo)
(ayy hollo, turn me up)

[chorus: brickboydior]
i’m finna talk my sh-t, finna pop my sh-t
just bought a new glock, it’s over
all on your spot [?] everyday
had the neighbors thinking i was the new home owner
go hit a [?] that be with some racks
then i go hit the lot and then leave with a rover
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, i had caught a lil’ bone
i shoot at his chest, now he a blood donor

[verse 1: brickboydior]
i just hit the bank, i go hit another one
she popped a xan, suck d-ck for another one
i just got a glizzy, i need me another one
they want me dead, lil’ brick going number one
bread on my head got you sh-t like matrix
my b-tch exotic, can’t f-ck with no basic
pour that red, i’m thе devil when i taste it
f-ck did you say? i floodеd to the nation
got too many b-tches, i’m tricking for real
i just popped a perc and it gave me the chills
i’m twitching and itching, i’m clutching my steel
give me that beat, it get ate like a meal
junkie ass b-tch suckin’ d-ck to get high
just got the drop, make a call and we slide
vlone and fendi, n0body this fly
smokin’ on runtz, ain’t n0body this high
big ass .40 leave a hole like a bagel
we with them bosses, don’t eat at our table
big ass racks even before the label
broke ass b-tch can’t pay no cable
keep me a fan, this sh-t can get hot
racks on my head, still slide and then drop
just for a perc she be givin’ that top
f-ck red lights, i’m on go, don’t stop
[chorus: brickboydior]
i’m finna talk my sh-t, finna pop my sh-t
just bought a new glock, it’s over
all on your spot [?] everyday
had the neighbors thinking i was the new home owner
go hit a [?] that be with some racks
then i go hit the lot and then leave with a rover
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, i had caught a lil’ bone
i shoot at his chest, now he a blood donor

[verse 2: tokyo’s revenge]
yeah, oh you here? then it’s over
let that b-tch pop with the sh-t like it’s soda
we on yo’ block throwin’ caps like a graduation
we walk down for paper, like diplomas
b-tch, i was made for paper, like a folder
we out here racing h-llcats with the cobras
snakes in grass, we gon’ hit ’em with the mowers
b-tch acting different now a n-gga glowed up
fn gon’ crank a n-gga, i’m a soilder, uh, uh
she gon’ reach over
aim out the window, get that boy a donor
leave a hole in a n-gga like a doughnut
put that sh-t right to his neck, like a choker

[chorus: brickboydior & tokyo’s revenge]
i’m finna talk my sh-t, finna pop my sh-t
just bought a new glock, it’s over
all on your spot [?] everyday
had the neighbors thinking i was the new home owner
go hit a [?] that be with some racks
then i go hit the lot and then leave with a rover
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, i had caught a lil’ bone
i shoot at his chest, now he a blood donor

- brickboydior

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