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letra de shit talkin' - dizzy x armani!

intro:
(e-e-enrgy made this one)
oh yea dizzy we finna talk real spicy on this one
(ayo turn me up, turn me up)

verse 1 (dizzy):
i ain’t gon cap man, these n-ggas fake (swear to god)
feelin like [?] the way i open up my inner gates (my inner gates)
water on my neck, this sh-t here, it look like a lake (like a lake)
now i’m up at ruth’s chris with my b-tch and we eating steaks (steaks)
uh yeah, and now i’m touchin pap’ (touchin’ pap’)
like a barber, line a n-gga up with two .48’s (two .48’s)
came up out the jungle with them straps, planet of the apes (of the apes)
i don’ seen too many of these n-ggas, think i earned my cake (cake)
had to cut the grass real low to watch out for the snakes (for the snakes)
we gon slide on the opp’s block and we gon make it shake (make it shake)
bought the b-tch some gucci, now the lil hoe gon do what i say (what i say)
charged up and i’m in my bag, i feel like lil zay (lil, oops)

yea yea, and we put sticks to face (sticks to faces)
everytime i finna go eat, i always say my grace (say my grace)
i don’ rolled up some exotic, now i’m in outer sp-ce (outer sp-ce)
n-ggas thinkin they competition, but i don’ won the race (won the race)
uh, i put 10 bands right up in the safe (in the safe)
i can’t wait to flex on my haters and pull up in a wraith (in a rolls)
run up in a p-ssy n-gga crib, i ain’t gon’ leave no trace
this choppa, it be loud as h-ll, like when you drop a bass
yea, this wokhardt’ll help a n-gga sleep (n-gga sleep)
i’m a different breed, yea i’m fluent speaking guapanese (guapanese)
on the freeway goin’ 200, and she toppin me (toppin me)
the way this money comin’ in, this sh-t shockin me (shockin me)
verse 2 (dizzy):
slapped a n-gga mama cuz he keep on watchin’ me
f-cked a n-gga b-tch, she trapped, “oh wait, where’s my heat?”
nutted on her back, i said “oah oah i’m boutta skeet”

really different, i might slide up in a gucci tech
i don’t aim below the belt, we aimin’ at yo f-ckin neck
boy you really mad as h-ll, i nutted on yo aunty neck
boy be really sad, you gettin’ angry about every check

really funny how you n-ggas can be b-tches too
i think she really freaky, cuz i made her titties wet too
me and mani’ on some goofy sh-t, dum & dummer 2
b-tch said she 41, i guess i’m 41, too
i’mma hit yo block clueless and leave a blue’s clue
think these bands stuck to me, it feel like loose glue
think yo b-tch in love with me, she like “who you?”
i think i’m tired of 100’s, i don’ touched a few
n-ggas wear the same fit, i think they need a new shoe
b-tches wear the same weave, i swear they need a new ‘do
b-tches think they sick, they really f-ckin’ with the same dude
b-tch had sucked my d-ck i was surprised, she said “thank you!”
you b-tches funny, y’all be flexin with y’all mans bands
jiggy man, make me hit yo block with that extended fam
30 bands’ll make yo b-tch go crazy when i hold her hand
money dance, i’m might throw 100 when i throw them bands
i get loose up in the bed, she say i’m really freaky
p-ssy leakin’, snuck up in his crib and took that n-gga tv
i eat a lot, i’m real surprised that i ain’t got a belly
we be smelly smokin on that loud, eyes gettin heavy
that n-gga think he out the whip, he out the f-ckin’ chevy
that n-gga think he f-cked my b-tch, he f-cked my auntie reisha
that n-gga coulda copped a zip, he spent the bag on keisha
n-ggas think i made the nba, cuz i ball so hard
how i’m the one that ball the most but on the f-ckin bleachers
i don’t even wanna rap no more, i think i’m into preaching

dialogue (dizzy):
like n-gga, i’m really—
i’m into preachin’
i’mma have to start teachin’
cuz you n-ggas don’t know how to get no money (he he)

verse 3 (dizzy):
ahh you n-ggas dumb as h-ll
bro wanna get in the dope game, i told him get a scale
took my b-tch to get her nails done, cuz she chipped her nail
my b-tch got big bag, lil chanel’
i’ll lean your dad sh-t back, straight to h-ll
i can’t sip no milk if that sh-t not chocolate
high off in my real test, but i aced my parking
yo b-tch booty bad as h-ll, call her ms. parker
dialogue 2 (dizzy)
how i fail my real test, but i aced my parking?

- dizzy x armani

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