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letra de talk shit - yung bleu

[intro: yung bleu]
(jwestbeats)
(jkei, really?)
oh, ayy

[verse 1: yung bleu]
i got two glocks just like i’m iron man
come try your luck, i’ma up that stick just like a blind man
i’ma serve these chickens while they hot just like a frying pan
ain’t get no advance, turned that to a hundred bands
walk in my show like, “look who payin'”
then got my cash and f-cked them fans
he move too smart, can’t trust no man
let’s have a baby, little bae
d-mn, he gon’ bust it out the window
and i got that chopper with the cartridge like i play nintendo
i just took the bentley, got it bulletproofed
exterminator, you a rat, just know we had to get rid of you
covered in diamonds, i hope i don’t drown in all these cubans

[chorus: yung bleu]
and i just need me a b-tch
who like to talk sh-t and like to take d-ck
and we gon’ get rich
we gon’ get this money, i can’t play around
and i just need me a b-tch
who like to talk sh-t, who like to take d-ck
and we gon’ get rich
we gon’ get this money, i can’t play around

[verse 2: mgm lett]
done mostly fell in love with the plug
i think i fell in love with the drugs
i did what i did and it was what it was
i’m the man up in my city
when i walk up in this b-tch, they know what’s up, yeah
i walked up in this b-tch with like a dub
gettin’ love from all the b-tches, all the broke n-ggas just mug
knowin’ if a n-gga play, then i’m gon’ lay him down
please don’t try me or my gang ’cause we don’t play around
i know my n-ggas snuck the glizzys in at the club

[verse 3: c-nile]
uh, i want a bad, bougie, business-mindin’ chick with a lil’ hood in her
that’ll kick that paper out soon as i stick this wood in her
catch a case, she’ll be right there with daddy bond money
i’m a bad boy combin’ through this sean money
voice hard as concrete, words smooth as silk, though
pushed a whole lot of weight, never got ripped, though
hit her with this vitamin d, she drink the milk, though
yeah, i done been robbed before, n-gga got k!lled, though
car ain’t got no roof like it lost its voice
like a mirror after a hot shower, i make ’em moist
by the time i’m finished beatin’ up that puddy, that cat be parched
my pockets sittin’ fat, yours flat, you ain’t got no arch, n-gga
in roger williams projects, bein’ broke is forbidden
the game greasy, n-gga, i’m talkin’ church’s chicken
i’m street, so ‘fore you cross me, look both ways
n-gga with the attitude, wrist full of o’sheas

- yung bleu

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