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letra de talk - q da fool

[verse 1]
drug money i can teach you how to trap
hi-tech or i’m prolly drinking act
everything right, chanel
b-m -ss n-gg-s wearing designer mismatch
i had to go get me some get back
i’m shooting first, b-tch, i don’t shoot back
i got the lock on the back of my shoe
i put my d-ck on the back of your boo
i start bagging ones, then i start bagging two
real trap n-gg-, this shit in my roots
get rid of the gas, get rid of the boot
if you a op, then i get rid of you
you can’t skip, hop a wall with the fool
you need money just to talk to the fool
you wasn’t with me out here pulling no moves
you say you love me, but you wishing i lose

[hook]
you need money just to talk
b-tch n-gg-, raise your hand when you talk
i pray to god i don’t get caught
i swear to god these lil n-gg-s like to talk
f-ck a drive-by, cuz i like to walk
complete a muder, b-tch i don’t do -ssault
these n-gg-s talking and they like to throw salt
need money, cuz i don’t like to talk

[verse 2]
keep it on me everyday
you b-tch n-gg-s hopped off the porch way too late
came home, had to go get some weight
and that shit crazy i was just lifting weights
rich shoota yeah i’m stuck in my ways
got to have a pistol just to come round the way
behind the gate, 50 round in the bape
me and my n-gg-s stuck just like some tape
can’t love these b-tches they be choosing
these b-tches be talking
showed her how a n-gg- live
now she tryna stalk me
you know the fool keep a stick
like i’m playing hockey
and if the police as you where i was, what you tell them
that you never saw me
you never got nothing off me
chopper keep these n-gg-s off me
in the porsche i’m busting they -ss
(i’m pretty sure that they lost me)
100 round goon, my big homie call me
every morning, n-gg-, big money calling
arp, got that b-tch from new orleans
my life style, b-tch, you couldn’t afford it

- q da fool

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