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letra de talk to me (might need a shrink) - cinnage

[verse]
i might need a shrink, if they talk to me, talk to me
need a t if they got to me, got to me
spill the tea, i might just sip on it, sip on your bl–dy feet
bl–dy feet crawling up to me, yeah
you won’t f-ck with me if you won’t talk to me
just pull up to me, i’ll leave you down six feet
if they won’t get off my f-cking sh-t, i’m gon’ get the sheets
i’ll leave em bl–dy red, i got a f-cking debt
i might bite if a p-ssy got me f-cked up
i might run, if they want, i might tuck ya’
tuck two, take two to your face, b-tch
yeah, and i got ’em in my bas-m-nt
cut em up, i might run it up, a p-ssy duck and such
i rolled the dice and i’m gon’ f-cking get the price and up
i’m gonna get the money if they f-cking talking up, like talk it up
yeah, p-ssy won’t you run it up? i run it up
stop ’em on the rick’s and such, oh, rick’s and such
up on they face, they wanna duck
the p-ssy, they run, they wanna get clips, they’d rather get f-cking guns
i got out a trap, but it ain’t no strap
but, n-gga, it got the blade, i’ma put it to his face
if that n-gga wanna take, take two to your bank
take two to your back if they won’t get out my face
oh, my god, get a babe, “i won’t take to your race”
nascar the race, i don’t give a f-ck, mane
f-ck it, f-ck it, get out my way (yeah)
f-ck it, f-ck it, pull out his brains (yeah)
f-ck it, f-ck it, pull out his face (yeah)
f-ck it, f-ck it, i shoot at his waist (yeah)
lights out (yeah), p-ssy, what you ’bout? (yeah)
show me now (yeah), bullets, you take the round (yeah)
roundabout, might just go inside his house (yeah)
take all his wallet, like a necklace he rockin’ it (yeah)
yeah, f-ck it now, i might go f-cking insane
i might just shoot at his face (yeah) if they won’t get out my way
if they won’t get out my way (yeah), p-ssy gon’ get out the way (yeah)
p-ssy want smoke like a cig (yeah)
i’ma go get out the clip, p-ssy, you bet i’m the sh-t (yeah)
i’ma stomp out his sh-t with my boot
n-gga talk sh-t, n-gga, who you?
n-gga get sh-t, get out my troops
n-gga pull up with that sh-t, it’s a tool, yeah
i’ma let it spray if that p-ssy n-gga in my face, yeah
like its lemonade, sippin’ on they blood like every day

- cinnage

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