Talk My Shit
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Yella Beezy
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Nah, I’m the director.
Man what do you want??
I know, I just want you more energy. Did you write this?
Did I write it??
Yeah.
Who else wrote it? If I’m sitting here who else wrote it?
Okay I’ll be back.
Can I talk my shit?
Yeah
I let these niggas talk they shit all the motherfucking time
If you think I'ma keep quiet or something
Fuck that
If these niggas talk, I can talk my shit too, nigga
Why not?
Keise on the track
Ayy, these niggas got the motherfuckin' nerve
I'm freak before you cross, stay on the motherfuckin' curb, hey
Got the trap, tell 'em come and get your ass served, hey
Hang around killers, they'll kill you, on my word
Nigga told me get my lick back, flippin' with a big strap
Buddy actin' tender 'cause he heard I'm in his bitch mouth
She ain't tryna fuck, she 'bout to get her ass kicked out
Bloods caught a nigga walkin' 'round with my dick 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, shit, I ain't see 'em in the bank
Paper over pussy, niggas woofin', yeah, by the way
Give a nigga the green light, nigga tried to ride away
Steppin' like a, lil' freaky bitch, Keisha
Hey, fuck around with ball players, got her actin' like a diva
Strapped with the Nina, I heard the lil' bitch a keefer
She ain't a squirter or a creamer, swear to God that I'ma leave her
Hey, that nigga 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 niggas knock you out for a feature
They do anything for Beezy, swear to God, you won't believe 'em
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 tacky
Call me young gigolo, I'm actin' like my daddy
You know you fed up with that nigga's shit, so why you actin' happy?
Told me get my lick back
Let me talk to you.
I just feel like you just have to give a little bit more R&B.
It just feel like it’s too-
I’m not no R&B artist bruh. What is you talkin’ ‘bout?
I just want you to turn it up, like, kind of, do you dance?
Do you dance?
Ladies, do y’all wanna dance in this scene?
It’s whatever.
Hey who is your mans V?
I’m sayin’ it, you just want some new shirt talking about dancing and I’m going, I'm not no R&B dancer, bro.
No, I ain't cheap, you just a bitch I just won't spend it on
Why these niggas cappin'? They the ones my nigga spinnin' on
She's tryna get snatched, so I bought my bitch some silicone
We touchin' all the opps, I can tell you how they feelin' now
Freaky bitch leakin', come and eat me like some dinner rolls
All about my business, so why the fuck you in your feelings for?
Why you mad? She did you bad, so you know she been a ho
My Draco call her T-Pain, it got these niggas 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
These niggas talkin' nonsense, leechin' on they bum shit
Freaky bitch love suckin' dick because her tongue thick
Hittin' it from the back, go on and bounce it on my thumb, bitch
Keep the pussy drippin', always make a nigga come quick
Most of these niggas really soft behind these bitches
Goofy, dumb behind the hoes, pillow talkin' to these bitches
I'm a real player, ain't spit, boxin' 'bout these bitches
That humble Yella gone, I'm actin' cocky with these bitches
Nigga, stupid
