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letra de whatcha talkin’ bout - skatterman & snug brim

[chorus: snug brim]
what you talkin bout?
you ain’t talkin bout nothing
you ain’t talkin bout nothinyou ain’t talkin bout nothing
what you talkin bout?
you ain’t talkin bout nothing
you ain’t talkin bout nothing
you ain’t talkin bout nothing
so b-tch shut up
so b-tch shut up
so b-tch shut up
so b-tch shut up

[verse 1: skatterman]
what’s up with snapping your fingers and doing your little dance?
signing your record deals with no advances
waiting on your album to drop
a couple million in the budget, and your sh-t still flop
got r. kelly on the hook, dr. dre on the snare drum
come through kan city where a player from
if you don’t like what i’m saying, then homie f-ck you
cause all i know is the streets, that’s what i stuck to
getting real tired of the same old same old
lame old bling bling let your chain show
dumb motherf-ckers, what you pay for the range though?
lying bout the sh-t that you done did for your fame yo
i still got n-ggas starving, let the k go
robbing liquor stores and sh-t, let the flame go
rag in they pocket, still claming the gang bro
caught by the feds, but that’s just how the game go

[verse 2: snug brim]
i’m still me, i never changed for you bunk rappers
talking greezy, you must want me to come and get at ya
this ain’t rap beef, i let the mack speak
i’ll toss a couple on your neck and blow off your back piece
money attracts me, so get your sh-t straight
you and your mans doing bad [?]
[?]
you don’t really want [?]
telling these hoes you know me, that ain’t gon get you sh-t
you ain’t gon do too much my n-gga, you ain’t got the chips
why is you playing, lying saying you with the crips?
i say that’s something like a b-tch, you should be on the strip
plus i don’t 2 step, i get right to it
this is the introduction to the full on fight music
you don’t want me on your -ss, keep me out your mouth
we could take it there, f-ck what you talkin bout

[verse 3: snug brim and skatterman]
i know you mad
you can act like it
you [?], you can’t make it snap like it
that’s why you turned soft, and them guns hurt
you [?], i got my own work
so what you saying chief?
i ain’t heard a thing
pull your pockets up homie, get up on a chain
and when you get enough, to where you’re seeing something
your mouth will still be over, cause you ain’t saying nothing
it’s skatterman motherf-cker, kc is the place
hop out on your ap and your face
soon as you get out your car, put your nose on the floor
you resist, hollo tips through your p-ssinger door
they selling c0ke, poppin pills, so they trigger happy
while you rapping bout -ss shaking and laffy taffy
we don’t dance round here, all we do is diss
you hear that sound, you won’t do sh-t

- skatterman snug brim

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