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letra de talk too much v2 - juice wrld

[intro]
yeah
back in this b-tch, smokin’ thrax in this (skrrt)
yeah (999, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus]
back in this b-tch (back)
smoking thrax in this b-tch (thrax)
back in the day, i was in the trap, moving packs in this b-tch (moving packs)
run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this b-tch (grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this b-tch, huh (grrah, grrah, on my lap)
running too fast, that’s a lap in this b-tch, huh, yeah (skrrt, i go hard)
i go hard, huh, cashin’ and sh-t, yeah, ayy (i go hard, yeah)
pullin’ up in the aston and sh-t (in the aston)
wanna fight chapo, left-right, left-right like cassius and sh-t, yeah (graah, graah, cash)
cashin’ and sh-t

[verse 1]
cash out on a b-tch (yeah, uh-huh)
d-mn right, i’ma hit (yeah, uh-huh)
d-mn right i make hits (yeah), i can’t miss (yeah), i can’t miss (yeah)
f-ck your b-tch in the kitchen (uh, uh-huh, yeah)
so every time when she cooking you up grits, she reminiscing, ya’ dig (uh-huh, skrrt, skrrt, ya dig, ya dig)
d-mn i talk too much, i should really shut up (shh, shut up)
but i talk too much ’cause i’m a moneymaker (moneymaker)
i say what i want (uh-huh), or don’t say sh-t at all (shut up)
b-tch, i shoot to k!ll, huh (yеah)
you shoot to make ’em fall (grrah, grrah)
b-tch i feel like vans (huh), my sh-t bе off the wall, huh (i be skatin’)
doing percocets, wasn’t f-ckin’ with that adderall, huh (i be racin’)
b-tch knock it off (yeah), come over here and top me off (yeah, yeah)
and i can’t gon’ pick you up, but i’ll drop you off (skrrt)
[chorus]
back in this b-tch (back)
smoking thrax in this b-tch (thrax)
back in the day, i was in the trap, moving packs in this b-tch (moving packs)
run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this b-tch (grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this b-tch, huh (grrah, grrah, on my lap)
running too fast, that’s a lap in this b-tch, huh, yeah (skrrt, i go hard)
i go hard, huh, cashin’ and sh-t, yeah, ayy (i go hard, yeah)
pullin’ up in the aston and sh-t (in the aston)
wanna fight chapo, left-right, left-right like cassius and sh-t, yeah (graah, graah, cash)
cashin’ and sh-t

[verse 2]
f-ck n-gga wanna take my phone, huh
he don’t even tote my pole
n-gga wanna run, he gone, f-ckin’ that b-tch, she gone
she ain’t wanna test my phone, really wanna tote my pole
and you know that b-tch, she gone, in her abyss, she gone
watch you wanna test my phone, dumb b-tch, leave me ‘lone
you know that money callin’, revenge on me, vlone
f-ckin’ that b-tch, she gone, revenge on me, vlone
revenge on me, vlone
(graah, cash, graah, graah)
ain’t tryna tote my pole, no, bro don’t want no smoke
pull up on him, it’s over
march in that b-tch like sosa
yeah, i already know yo’ girl could overdose
perky on me, i overload, ha, hold on
perky on me, i overload, double d b-tch, she motorboat
i’m a zombie off them drugs, hope i don’t overdose
think too much when i drink too much, i may just overload
that lil’ b-tch, she gon’ f-ck, keep it on the low
tocher when i’m in the liquor store
sh-t, i let the codeine and i let the liquor pour
b-tch i need some more, b-tch i need some more
huh, yeah here it go
you don’t wanna tote my pole, my young n-gga take your soul
i’m a part i take your go up, pull up on ’em, that gun go “woah”
he don’t wanna tote no pole, f-ck n-gga don’t want no smoke
gun on me, b-tch i reload
ain’t tryna tote no pole, b-tch i’ll take your soul
pull up on the scene, i’m gone
i’m so low, i know
pull up on the scene solo
box on my logo, i ain’t come to box, oh no
no adidas, but i use sh-ll toes
double g on my back, right, i ain’t look at the tag right
pull up on him, i blast, right, choppa on yo’ ass, right
double g on my back, right, i ain’t look at the tag right
pull up, choppa blast, yeah, my n-ggas on your ass, huh
leave you in the past if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cash
leave you in the past, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cash
double g on my back, ksubi jeans on me, sag
pockets fat off them bands, fell asleep off them xans
walk up tweakin’ on my ex b-tch, then my next b-tch
put the money on your head, b-tch, that’s my next hit, yeah
i’m gon’ get some head, b-tch, from a dead b-tch
i’ma get some head, b-tch, dead presidents
hunnid in my pocket, don’t look at my wallet
rocket on me, b-tch, i launch it, this is not a pocket rocket
no, i am not with the talkin’
give him the digits, he’ll take the offence
talk too often, shut the f-ck up, money be talkin’
all on my phone, b-tch leave me alone
b-tch, look at your hoe from the way i’m finna bone
and my style original, you cannot clone
off the top for real, lil’ b-tch, i don’t write
lil’ b-tch i don’t write, i’m the sh-t, no wipe
on her-, wait, my hand on my .9
transform to a chop’, that b-tch optimus prime
b-tch i’m in my prime
rollie on me, can’t take my time
tony hawk, b-tch, i’m on my grind
money is mine, now yours is mine (huh, ayy)
that lil’ b-tch, she shine, vvs alkaline (ayy)
i be on the scene, huh, smokin’ right
og in my backwood, i don’t f-ck with swishers
kkk on my ak ’cause i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, huh
tommy my hilfiger, huh, posin’ for that picture (uh, ayy)
back to where i’m from, we turn n-ggas into swishers, huh
he gone, huh, rollie, huh
run up on me then it’s over (uh-huha, uh-huh)
high off of percs, i ain’t sober
.40 will do you like homer
stick all this sh-t like a b-n-r, my flow yeah, no
my flow, b-tch i own it, only wanna me, no clone
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, b-tches be choosin’
yeah, these b-tches be goin’, huh
[bridge]
f-ck with 12, it’s over, yeah, b-tch it’s over
i get so d-mn high, i end up in a coma
f-ck that b-tch, she goin’, oh-oh yeah, she goin’ (faster)
gun on me, no, i don’t show it (cash, yeah)
lean in the pint, yeah, i pour it (cash)
purple sh-t, sh-t, purple to my f-ckin’ stomach, hurt
even when i’m gone, i’ma put in work
if he hatin’ on me, he’ll be on a shirt

- juice wrld

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