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letra de i'm talking - young smokes

[verse]
i’m talking a stack for the ring
4 stacks for the ting
i put it in her bag and she ain’t gonna say a thing
you alicia keys in the station man you sing
i’m p-ssed ’til the day they free my billers of the wing
i’m in a benz or a beamer like i’m lloyd banks
i’m a boss for these rappers i’ll employ man
yeah i’m pushing work, i got work to push
i was in the white house like i’m george bush
your chick gives me mouth like she’s gobby
she sees me and goes down like a robbery
and ain’t n-body gon’ stop me, stand there and watch me
ami buds looking like broccoli (haze)
your diamonds looking cloudy like some grey skies
my diamonds they flashy like some brake lights
don’t diss me like i’m really gonna clash you
i’ll load it up and slap the f-ck at you
and you know i ain’t tryna make no party songs
my burner on me if i got a carti on
my burner on me if i got a rollie on
my burner on me p-ssy take your rollie off
black a3 i’m flying through the city
and no i ain’t slipping brought my burner with me
on the roads with my bros and we gotta eat
i just copped a whole brick with a warranty
i just spent your chain money on one ring
i just spent car money on one ting
man i might fly down to check cb
my diamonds look like the back of a cd
i got grinders on the blocks, grinders on the mains
i’m trappin in the sun, i’m trappin in the rain
got a girl from ess-x and she won’t leave me alone
looking like gbh the way i beat the chrome
i’m ducking askr doing kawala
i’m in the trap tr-mm-ng like a barber
told the sales i ain’t nike i don’t do ticks
and if you f-ck with my money then you’re stupid
yes i’m in sparkbrook we call it brooklyn
i’m in the club tell them youngers bring the guns in
it’s not a rental, the tires continental
my gun still filled with lead like a pencil
i got a bait face i’ll still hit a bait spot
i watch it bubble in the water like its radox
she gon’ strip for me, d-mn right my chicks bad
i’m with flames stuffing o’s in the gym bag

[bridge]
i throw my young boy a few o’s and tell him move those
and keep the profit when the food goes
for my realers in that jailhouse, in the mailhouse
i can’t wait till they hit roads
on my grind get like me, they don’t like me
probably ’cause their b-tch does
i’m talking diamonds and new coupes
they’re talking new shoes, watch the roof as it lifts off

- young smokes

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