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letra de no talkin - lil double 0

[intro]
i really don’t do the— (uh)

[chorus]
i really don’t do the talkin’, i really just rob and rap and trap
to the world, that sh-t called walkin’
double spin out the bulletproof
come from the mud, got it out the jungle, snakes and tigers, bears and i ‘came a k!ller (uh)
double drop that music make your fans wanna go dangerous, uh (n-gga, go crazy, uh)
hundred ‘bows and i talk some sh-t (uh, go crazy, go crazy, yeah)
like, “f-ck the plug,” go start a mission
all my n-ggas toss some b-tches
talkin’ to zombie man, plottin’ on a billion
rock chrome hearts, wockhardt feelin’
pop percs, no heart healin’ (uh, uh)
me and key murder catch bodies for cheap
could’ve paid him a fee, but i went on a mission (uh, uh)

[verse]
walk down gang, wе barely get no sleep, ’cause wе do all the drillin’ (uh, uh)
i can’t get no rest, pop percocets, but i can barely feel it, uh
i’m in the one, reverse like one, sh-t, but the car drive no ceilings (uh)
no time for no thot b-tches
i’m shinin’, them my riches
i was diamond, folks be shining, lil’ wop was grindin’ and payin’ attention, n-gga, listen
you don’t know sh-t ’bout comin’ back home, never scorin’ up off no mission (facts, facts)
gotta burn the clothes and burn the car and k!ll all of the snitches, n-gga
(ayy, faceshot gang, we take sh-t like pictures, n-gga)
i really don’t do no talkin’, feds been watchin’, snappin’ pictures, n-gga (uh, okay)
you the type take pictures with ’em
hang ’round with the snitch, then k!ll him (uh, go crazy)
no doubt he did ’em, but you still outside, i ain’t try to slide ’cause you playin’ the victim
walk in the streets, n-gga can’t survive, he stay inside ’cause he ran from n-ggas (playin’ with n-ggas)
chop gon’ shoot with the drum band rhythm
tryna act shy, she f-cked me with her friend
think i’m a man, but it ain’t nothin’ with ’em
i don’t wanna talk, go link with your man, i’m type to rob a n-gga off the dribble
lil’ bruh like box sh-t no hand, the switch be sprayin’, it d-mn near k!lled him
ain’t no love for hoes, ain’t no trust in hoes, f-ck ’em, flip ’em
been had told the world if the ho can’t suck no d-ck, i’ma give her the quitter
been had told these n-ggas we big 4k, crack a four, then k!ll ’em (uh)
ain’t in toronto, but still outside with a drac’
my young n-gga crazy like adolf hitler
he talk to the other side, he can get shot to the face
let one off, i’m droppin’ a tape
street keep askin’ why i ain’t into rappin’, ’cause i’m gettin’ money trappin’, i’m straight
n-gga, uh, yeah
[chorus]
i really don’t do the talkin’, i really just rob and rap and trap
to the world, that sh-t called walkin’
double spin out the bulletproof
come from the mud, got it out the jungle, snakes and tigers, bears and i ‘came a k!ller (uh)
double drop that music make your fans wanna go dangerous, uh (n-gga, go crazy, uh)
hundred ‘bows and i talk some sh-t (uh, go crazy, go crazy, yeah)
like, “f-ck the plug,” go start a mission
all my n-ggas toss some b-tches
talkin’ to zombie man, plottin’ on a billion
rock chrome hearts, wockhardt feelin’
pop percs, no heart healin’
me and key murder catch bodies for cheap
could’ve paid him a fee, but i went on a mission (uh)

- lil double 0

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