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letra de talk my sht - dudeylo

[chorus]
(c’mere)
let me talk my sh-t
i was thirteen when i bought that grip
i was fourteen totin’ fourteen shots any block you could name i was on that strip (word to bro)
by fifteen, boys tryna hop out and blitz me
da-da-d-mn i got booked for the sitchy
m love at the court tryna get me (w-word to bro)
years later, look, now i’m a star
but i’m still tryna hop in that car
i got-i got friends that can’t speak to their mom
you ain’t know what i’m on n-gga leave me alone
if you see what i saw you ain’t leavin’ a pole
br-bro in my ear he be feinin’ to throw
f-ck a block big threat i be steamin’ a pole

[verse]
how you the face of the f (n-gga)
they almost beat you to death
i wanna know why the f-ck is you lyin’ in songs you be talkin’ like you really stеp
that n-gga is a b-tch, and 5ive (n-gga)
he be dissin’ thе guys
but he know how we got on his side
free bro n-ggas catch him a ah, ah, ah
all the b’s start dumpin’ the clip
like, my n-ggas runnin’ this sh-t
oh they think he a rapper?
but he not with my own eyes i done seen brodie get fl!cky
if i’m in the ride n-ggas know who i’m with
like, scoob, del, twin
free the b’s n-gga free all the men
oh, banga be home in a sec
n-ggas just wanna rap beef
who really link up and clappy
i-i fell in love with the backseat
i get to cl!ckin’ and then i get happy
get out your feelings, get you some money
i can tell you why n-ggas move funny
slime or get slimed wipe his nose if it’s runny
don’t make a move with your heart be a dummy
’cause this sh-t real
come barkin’, this sh-t steel
i think about bro, and i get chills
spin [?] i don’t need no pills
on feet we don’t need no wheels
[chorus]
let me talk my sh-t
i was thirteen when i bought that grip
i was fourteen totin’ fourteen shots any block you could name i was on that strip (word to bro)
by fifteen, boys tryna hop out and blitz me
da-da-d-mn i got booked for the sitchy
m love at the court tryna get me (w-word to bro)
(years later, look, now i’m a star
but i’m still tryna hop in that car
i got-i got friends that can’t speak to their mom
you ain’t know what i’m on n-gga leave me alone
if you see what i saw you ain’t leavin’ a pole
br-bro in my ear he be feinin’ to throw)
f-ck a block big threat i be steamin’ a pole

[outro]
(they almost beat you to death
i wanna know why the f-ck is you lyin’ in songs you be talkin’ like you real step
that n-gga is a b-tch, and 5ive (n-gga)
he be dissin’ the guys
but he know how we got on his side
free bro n-ggas catch him a ah, ah, ah)

- dudeylo

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