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letra de talk my shit pt. 2 - ngb lxgendxry

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[intro: al b. sure & ngb lxgendxry]
i’ll love you more in the rain or shine
and making love in the rain is fine
a love so good and i call it mine
love is blind

i’ll love you more in the rain or shine
(yea, let’s go)
(yea, let’s go)
and making love in the rain is fine
(aye, let’s go)
(huh, let’s go)
a love so good and i call it mine
(what)
(what)
(b-tch, yeah)
love is blind
(what, yeah)
(f-ck, yeah, keh, kyeah)

(verse)
back in this b-tch
i’m still talkin my sh-t (still talkin my sh-t)

young n-gga bossed up
now i’m flexin n sh-t (still flexin n sh-t)
p-ssy ass n-gga still speak on my name (shut the f-ck up)

but silent as h-ll when i come with the bl!ck (b-tch!)

and i’m still alive
nothing you can do (nothing you can do)

yo lil b-tch cryin, wonder why she blue? (why the f-ck she cryin)

bullets hit his head
make a n-gga freeze (boom, boom, blatt)

give a f-ck bout a b-tch
i been chasing my dreams (chasing my dreams)

need a shoulder to lean on
cause i’m feelin crazy (mentally loosin it)

blunt to my lips as i spark
sh-t was blazing (suddenly blazing)

take a sip of patrone
now my vision to hazy (d-mn, d-mn!)

u think i’m a joke?
n-gga, nothing faze me (-laughs-)
please call me jeffrey
these bullets gon fry you (and they gon fry you)

you ain’t no gangsta
you live by the bayou (you by the, uh)

money on ya head
p-ssy boy, i can buy you (yeah!)

shoryuken blue flame
like a n-gga ryu (yeah, yeah)

(verse 2)
keep a necklace on my neck
cuz ion like 2 feel left out (ion like to feel!)

teachers said “i wouldn’t be sh-t”
turn nun to sum without a doubt (prove them wrong)

boy f-ck what you heard
i’m the hottest in my f-ckin city (in my city)

drip on me amazing
might pop out
feeling like p. diddy (okay!)
don’t make a move
this sh-t can get ugly (yeah!)

you want me or him?
lil hoe who you trustin? (who?)

might take me a selfie
i know im that n-gga (i’m that n-gga)

know you got a heart
you can’t pull the trigga (p-ssy!)

you payin for p-ssy?
she givin it up (she givin it)
coughing a lot n-gga, know i’m gassed up (godd-mn!)

you payin for p-ssy?
she givin it up
coughing a lot n-gga, know i’m gassed up

smokin on runtz
and this shii here hit different
(different!)

i can care less
if u do or don’t listen (i don’t)

get yo lil hoe
why is she in my mentions (why the f-ck)

n-gga thought i punched em
that boy really flinching (-laughs again-)

gone for a minute
and you n-ggas
still think sh-t is sweet (thinkin it’s sweet)

still ballin like i’m curry
3-point line
man that sh-t was free

- ngb lxgendxry

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