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letra de talk my shit - dmixx

[chorus: dmixx]
fifty thousand dollars for a new pair of tennis shoes
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ pull up, we gon’ finish you
these n-ggas funny it ain’t a joke cause he can get it too
i’m all about money, i need the dough, i need the beats too
she gon’ work sum
said she gon’ throw that ass on me
said he gon’ hurt sum
pull up with a strap n-gga we gon’ see

[verse 1: dmixx]
f-ck a fake friend, f-ck a new b-tch
he f-cking with me i’ma leave him toothless
i pull up wit’ a beamer i’m finna shoot this
talkin’ on social media and now he clueless
d-mn what happened n-gga?
you was on the ‘gram doing all that capping n-gga
now you in public and i done caught you lacking n-gga
you and them big ass lips won’t quit smacking n-gga
i got a long ass clip and it’s gon’ smack a n-gga
first things first give thanks to the king
he the main rеason why i’m still spitting heat
any n-gga keep testing me, thеy don’t think i’ma do it
you see he the main reason why they standing on they feet
cause i got a 30 in the dashboard
i can give it to him, he ain’t gotta ask for it
if you can’t throw that ass what the h-ll you gotta ass for?
you’ll never messing ’round with a nac wh0re
d-mn
and i’m really in this b-tch going ham
these n-ggas fake and i could never shake a hand
what it’s gone take for these n-ggas to understand
and could somebody please tell this b-tch that i’m not her man
god d-mn, god d-mn, god d-mn
you say you from the east but you really from the west
same n-ggas used to pull up to the crib from the ‘jets
ion give a f-ck if you pressed, gotta get it off my chest
[bridge]
these n-ggas f-ggot on god
you not gang banging n-gga just stop
couple chains hanging think that he god
he stole a chain now he think that he robbed me
n-ggas, all i gotta do is [?] and yo b-tch be mine
and the west side be the best side
i know some real n-ggas who slime

[verse 2: ke3 & dmixx]
i know some real n-ggas who slide
pull up wit’ the [?]
tinted windows in the foreign, yeah we ride
if she saying that we f-cked then she lyin’
ain’t worried bout a hoe we get the green
me and dmixx just left the scene
all these p-ssy n-ggas lame tryna steal a n-gga chain
they keep speaking on my name i’ma king
brand new 1s on my feet, that’s tough sh-t
i just want the tongue forget about the cuff sh-t
want smoke? pull up [?]
she be [?]
tough kick can’t swallow it down
and it’s crazy how these n-ggas wanna follow me now
you a baby in this game, somebody tell him sit down
you don’t faze me, you lame tryna copy the style
[chorus: dmixx]
fifty thousand dollars for a new pair of tennis shoes
p-ssy n-gga talkin’ pull up, we gon’ finish you
these n-ggas funny it ain’t a joke cause he can get it too
i’m all about money, i need the dough, i need the beats too
she gon’ work sum
said she tryna throw that ass on me
said he gon’ merk sum
pull up with a strap n-gga we gon’ see

- dmixx

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