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letra de no talk - smac

(haan)
we don’t wanna talk about it (naw)
we don’t really wanna talk (naw)
we don’t wanna talk about it (naw)
we don’t really wanna talk (naw)

we don’t wanna talk about it (naw)
we don’t really wanna talk (naw)
we don’t wanna talk about it (naw)
(i don’t really wanna talk) (yuh)

in a white tee
ovo hat and some denim jeans
i k!ll the scene
spit a verse and murder everything, ughhh

(ughh)
(murder)

in a white tee
ovo hat and some denim jeans
i k!ll the scene
spit a verse and murder everything (bow)
blowing clouds in the benz (skrt)
on the way to get them m’s (m’s)
they wanna meet the boss (boss)
send em up, let em in (yuh)

i’m thumbing through the bands
i’m thumbing through the bands
on the road doing shows
blowin h-lla contraband
work dancing like it’s dan
rolling bats in the van
like bam bam wit a gram
on the gram, i’m the man (yuh)

if i link up wit ya girl
then you really ain’t her man (true)
she said she’s got a friend
i replied i got a plan (ok)
i’ll have my driver pick em up
and have em back by 10
when i come to your city
i might do that sh-t again (woot)

smac
why you do em like that
smac
why you do em like that
smac
why you do em like that
(why you do em like that)

i don’t wanna talk about it
i don’t really wanna talk (hmm)
i don’t wanna talk about it
i don’t really wanna talk (no)

in a white tee
ovo hat and some denim jeans
i k!ll the scene
spit a verse and murder everything (bow)
blowing clouds in the benz (skrt)
on the way to get them ms (yea)
they wanna meet the boss
send em up, let em in (aghh)

put me in the game i just need to make a point (yeuh)
if a rapper want that smoke i face em’ like a joint (bic)
my bars like clips, full auto when i rip (brbrbret)
you jealous get a grip you wasn’t made for this sh-t (haa)
but i fine suit tailored fit
and that fit you in counterfeit
i’m having trouble trying to count this sh-t
i do my shows, show my love and then i’m out this b-tch
gps to the money i don’t re-route my sh-t
i’m always bout my sh-t
i got that fountain drip
we weigh the bills over here
we don’t count that sh-t
we on that alt-tude of making major moves
where you couldn’t even touch me from a f-cking mountain b-tch

- smac

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