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letra de talk my shit - yella beezy

[intro]
can i talk my sh-t? (yeah)
i let these n-ggas talk they sh-t all the motherf-ckin’ time
if you think i’ma keep quiet or somethin’ (haha, nah, f-ck that)
if these n-ggas talk, i can talk my sh-t too, n-gga
why not? (keise on the track) haha

[verse]
ayy, these n-ggas got the motherf-ckin’ nerve
i’d think before you cross, stay on the motherf-ckin’ curb, hey
got the trap, tell them come and get your ass served, hey
hang around with k!llers, they’ll k!ll you, have my word
n-gga told me get my l!ck back, fl!ck ’em with a big strap
buddy actin’ tender ‘causе he heard i’m in his b-tch mouth
she ain’t tryna f-ck, shе ’bout to get her ass kicked out
blogs caught a n-gga walkin’ ’round with my d-ck out
hey, i’m everywhere they say i ain’t, goin’ where they say i can’t
we don’t see ’em in the street, sh-t, i ain’t see ’em in the bank
paper over p-ssy, n-ggas woofin’, yeah, by the way
give a n-gga the green light, n-gga tried to ride away
stamp it like a visa, lil’ freaky b-tch, keisha
hey, f-ck a ball, player’s got her actin’ like a diva
strapped with the nina, i heard the lil’ b-tch a keeter
she ain’t a squirter or a creamer, swear to god that i’ma leave her
hey, that n-gga crazy he don’t think that she a cheater
but she gotta move carefully, if he catch her, he’ll beat her
got some young n-ggas knock you out for a feature
they’ll do anything for beezy, swear to god you won’t believe her
now everybody wanna holler they a demon
’til you send ’em to the devil, come and meet the grim reaper
got her nuttin’ back-to-back, shakin’ like a seizure
make this baby chopper get to singin’ like aretha
we ain’t gotta play no hide-and-seek, tell ’em drop the addy
if they touch it, say it wasn’t me, actin’ like i’m jackin’
call me young gigolo, i’m actin’ like my daddy
you know you fed up with that n-gga’s sh-t, so why you actin’ happy?
nah, i ain’t cheap, you just a b-tch i just won’t spend it on
why these n-ggas cappin’? they the ones my n-ggas spinnin’ on
tryna get sn-tched, so i bought my b-tch some silicon
we touchin’ all the opps, i can tell you how they feelin’, huh
freaky b-tch leakin’, come and eat me like some dinner rolls
all about my business, so why the f-ck you in your feelings for?
why you mad she did you bad? so? you know she been a ho
my draco comin’ like t-pain, it got these n-ggas gettin’ low
my feet hurt for real, they makin’ t-shirts for real
i’m a real stepper, do your research for real
lil’ baby all on me, yeah, she squirt for real
turned me down before i blew up, now she hurt for real
that n-gga talkin’ nonsense, leechin’, on they bum sh-t
freaky b-tch love suckin’ d-ck because her tongue thick
hittin’ it from the back, go on and bounce it on my thumb, b-tch
keep the p-ssy drippin’, always make a n-gga cum quick
most of these n-ggas really soft behind these b-tches
goofy, dumb behind these hoes, pillow-talkin’ to these b-tches
i’m a real player, i ain’t spit-boxin’ ’bout these b-tches
that humble yella gone, i’m actin’ c-cky with these b-tches (n-gga)
[outro]
stupid

- yella beezy

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