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letra de talk my shit - yb4l

ima talk my sh-t
you ain’t gon take my time
and ima pop my clip
don’t ever cross that line
you better drop that sh-t
cus’ i ain’t dropping mine
talk ab you counting hunnids
you ain’t touching no dimes
i’m with a bad b-tch
and you know she bend it over
make it backflip
on my mom i’m getting old
i’m paying taxes
i’m a go getter
got to get em racks in
i get that bag in
won’t me lacking

we sippin henny to the neck
that’s my dawg that’s my brother
yeah you kno we up next
my b-tch mad on the phone
but i reply wit a text
if she hoe, i just f-ck
then it’s on to the next

i hate the way that sh-t go
but i won’t it get to me
we put some work on road
yeah i had to press my fee
talking chances on phone
make her get up on her knees
in her bed we home alone
ima hit ‘till she bleed

why tf these n-ggas switching like weather?
all these money moves
i could eat a litte better
my dad up in the prison
no facetime only letters
this sh-t’s the same
and it ain’t getting any better

i’m off the d’usse
i got a lot up on mind
i’m pulling on her hair when i’m f-cking from behind
i feel like sh-t is ending
‘cus i’m running outta time
real recognize real
sorry if i’m hard to find
sorry if i’m hard to find

ima talk my sh-t
you ain’t gon take my time
and ima pop my clip
don’t ever cross that line
you better drop that sh-t
‘cus i ain’t dropping mine
talk ab you countin hunnids
you ain’t touching no dimes
i’m with a bad b-tch
and you know she bend it over
make her backflip
on my mom i’m getting old
i’m paying taxes
i’m a go getter
got to get em racks in
i get that bag in
won’t me lacking

all gas no brakes
you won’t ever see me running
‘less i’m running from the jakes
ion hang with no snakes
i got tired of the fakes
n-ggas talk on the net
but still wanna handshake

i don’t understand
how you gon win if you don’t got a plan
if you need a f-cking plug
baby i’m the man
he a white scrony n-gga
call em peter pan
hot n-gga when i come around
i gotta bring a fan

this sh-t get jiggy
if a n-gga wanna talk sum sh-t
disrespect me or my n-ggas
then yo ass getting hit
on the real
i give 2 f-cks about how you feel
she say beat the p-ssy up
i like the way you drill

i give her hood d-ck
she ain’t going back to her n-gga
you can’t come around
all my n-ggas ganstas and k!llas
we ain’t turning down
all my n-ggas squabble gorillas
don’t even try to run
‘cus i’m on my way ima get em

(jubiee d verse)

we is not the same i’m mainly focused on the dough
why you stay with the b-tch knowing d-mn well that she a hoe
if she was an item she’d be in every single store
but she a real life thooter so she with every single bro
at the end of party a n-gga take her ass to go
as i once did say once a hoe always a hoe
look i don’t trust these thooters in this song i’ll let em know
ey jenny im fuccin wit brit but on the low
jubiee dudes to the top the whole mob on the road
we gone get it any any means we gone stick to the code
that means neva eva fold
just chase after gold
make figure past 4
and we ain’t gone stop if there’s road
that mean even after mills we gone get even more
used to sip on e&j now i sip on dusse
don’t ask about the money know i’m making the plays
how the fucc could you not wonder with this gold in yo face
this one goes to the levas who be loving to hate
keep trynna play catch-up you a lifetime away
ima keep talking my sh-t till the day that i’m down
im talking dead underground when i can’t make a sound
keep hating on a playa cuz my name been around
i know you’ll come around soon old hater play my sh-t now
and yo b-tch know my name cuz i’m the talk of the town
i’m the hottest upcomer i’ll be taking the crown

- yb4l

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