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letra de no talking - jay cartier

[intro]
you know, growin up i ain’t really have much. all my life i have been though so much sh-t, n0body to turn to. (ha)
i asked n-ggas for help they ain’t wanna give me sh-t
now im comin up and you n-ggas wanna get next to me like i owe you something? owe you something? (ha-haha)
where you was at when i needed you?
im done talking
[verse 1]
i done been though so much in my life that i can’t forget, got the ounce took it hard on the internet
got myself a bag (?), b-tches gettin mad cuz i told them we aren’t dating. staying with my team, that’s a bond that ain’t ever breaking
do the dash in the foreign, speed racing
(?) my music stay on every station, all you n-ggas hatin on it give me motivation
gotta couple bad b-tches, wanna f-ck me told them wait in the line, they wanna suck uh n-gga up cuz im one of a kind, but i can’t give that b-tch no love shes just a waste of my time
my mama always use to tell me i was destined to shine, when i was down they’d treat me like im garbage
all the take love turn a n-gga heartless, i don’t really need n0body ima get that bag regardless
n-ggas sending shots but they don’t ever hit they targets, and if uh n-gga movin funny call up (siam?) he gon’ spraaaay them
gotta couple shooters by my side, sh-t get dangerous
yhea im not in my ways, you should know that it’s stable me
shots to his face let it blow up you play with me, doin the race on the roll police chasing me, gimme my sp-ce little hoe you can’t stay with me
dripped down in designer black and white like im a panda, i be feelin like designer, f-ckin bros up in atlanta
i be dealin with the dealers, i be scamin with the scamers, sh-t ain’t really nuthin till you end up in the slammer
f-ck it though you gotta get it how you get it, and if you talking bout the bag im wit it, and then my n-gga hit a lic, you know we split it
i can’t wait till i go platinum i can finally say i did it. ohhhhh
[chorus]
i done seen alot of sh-t, i can’t really talk about it, if they police askin questions i ain’t sayin no names
n-ggas act they about, till i run inside they pockets when it comin to the money i ain’t playin no games
only time i feel alive is when im off the drugs, when im countin on this paper n-gga f-ck yo love
im on the dirt, im with some hitters and a couple thugs
i can’t touch no b-tch, if she ain’t wife’in, yhea, i don’t want no scrubs
i done seen alot of sh-t, i can’t really talk about it, if they police askin questions i ain’t sayin no names
n-ggas act they about, till i run inside they pockets when it comin to the money i ain’t playin no games
only time i feel alive is when im off the drugs, when im countin on this paper n-gga f-ck yo love
im on the dirt, im with some hitters and a couple thugs
i can’t touch no b-tch, if she ain’t wife’in, yhea, i don’t want no scrubs
[verse 2]
(?) they thought i was crippin, get the bag then im dippin
got (?) in my cup while im sippin, cuz i ain’t got time to be savin these hoes, you want that sh-t, no, yhea i know it goes
i stable my n-ggas cuz they never fold and i bust out that heater when sh-t gettin cold
while they all in the stu, im just tryin to be rich to provide for my family and bust out my wrist
im in love with a bag, give a f-ck about a b-tch. all these broke n-ggas mad better get on your sh-t
smokin that (?) in my brain, relaxin my mind, easing all of my pain
(?) if i ever go broke everybody a stain
remember these n-ggas was laughin, we made it happen, look at this money we stackin, don’t run up on me cuz im packing, i started rappin, if i wasn’t id be trappin
one day ill be going on tour, gettin that money and gettin some more. keep chasin paper don’t wanna be poor, and spendin the bag when we walk in the store
i don’t care what it cost, turn myself into a boss, use to be a bummy n-gga, now im drippin with the sauce, and you know my n-ggas with it, we don’t ever take a loss
gotta semi automatic, that’ll blow your head off
gotta chase my dreams, gotta chase my dreams, yhea im headed to the top and ima take my team, all my n-ggas gettin guap, ain’t gotta serve no fiends, only gotta couple thousands hidden in my jeens. ohhhhh
[chorus]
i done seen alot of sh-t, i can’t really talk about it, if they police askin questions i ain’t sayin no names
n-ggas act they about, till i run inside they pockets when it comin to the money i ain’t playin no games
only time i feel alive is when im off the drugs, when im countin on this paper n-gga f-ck yo love
im on the dirt, im with some hitters and a couple thugs
i can’t touch no b-tch, if she ain’t wife’in, yhea, i don’t want no scrubs

- jay cartier

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