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letra de loose talking - since99

[intro]
marc boomin
huh yeah sh-t d-mn

[verse]
swear to god i’m infectious
lil brodie choppin’ blocks but he ain’t playin tetris
i been smokin’ eazy e but my diamonds electric
balenci runners on my feet i ain’t rockin’ no
f-ck rap, only thing i’m worried about is the bread
he a rookie i’m a vet i put a dub on his head
got her geekin’ off the cookie cause i’m lookin like ned
nowadays [?] college foot on the dash
what? i ain’t hear what you said
half an ounce up in the whip, talkin’ sweet to the feds
if i get behind the wheel we gone be straight (skir)
cops take a look at me, we won’t be late (won’t be late)
remember what i jumped in, i’m at ea (facts)
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about what he said (no sir)
and we ain’t never gave a f-ck about what she said too
got a plug up in britain lancey foux (lancey)
got a thot in the [?] she a emu
[?] cause i’m winnin in the dmu (b-tch)
i was tryna get a nut can’t you see it
off the drank, what the f-ck you trying to get in to? (what?)
big stepper i get paid just to talk loose (talk loose)
sippin’ henny but ain’t f-ckin’ with no grey goose (grey goose)
lights camera action, i told a b-tch to take two (take two)
if i was lookin at my self i would say i hate you
i would hate you too b-tch
said i hate you
if i was lookin at myself i would hate me too
yeah i would hate you too
and i would hate me too
yeah
uh yeah, think i hate myself
when i put on rick owens they are gone to hate this wealth
bb simons on the waist, they can’t take this belt
i be steady runnin’ past all the pain i felt
b-tch we f-ckin’ on your b-tch at the crib watchin’ elf
i don’t f-ck with no labels they gone put me on a shelf
they gone watch like its cable we don’t really need the help
b-tch i’m willing and i’m able pass it to me i’m a catch
i’m a catch like i’m dez bryant (yeah)
two fours in the sprite, kobe bryant
said i’m trash at this sh-t why the f-ck you lyin’? (why you lyin?)
got connects from grand rapids to the south line
had to throw away the oven, i’m air fryin (b-tch)
he gotta send him to the stars, call him orion (stars)
go and pick your mans up, why is he cryin’? (pick your mans)
[?] fifteen now i’m flyin’
momma told me eat my veggies smokin’ green giant (eatin veggies)
he been rappin’ for years, at least he tryin (at least)
get your sh-t to sound good it ain’t rocket science (facts)
go on copy the flow, maybe then they’ll sign you
[outro]
on god, yeah
maybe then they’ll sign you
b-tch
f-ckin dummy
burger
all the above, motherf-cker
[?] godd-mn
record myself, mix myself

- since99

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