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Paroles de TALK!

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Paroles de la chanson TALK! par Y.N.D lyrics officiel

TALK! est une chanson en Anglais

Pourin' up these 4's bro
And yall niggas trash I think you need some promo
Hell nah, boy, yeah
Hell nah, bitch, you know all my niggas loco
Pourin' up these 4's for my young niggas
You talkin' all that shit, I think you owe me, nigga
All my niggas gettin' bread, bitch, you know you phony, nigga
Lately, I been poppin' my lil shit up on these dummy niggas
Lately, I been gettin' to the money
I be seein' disses, boy, look at it's funny
You want smoke with the guys, bitch it get ugly
Okay, yeah, we on some other shit
Yeah, my swag came from God, bitch, it's fuckin' heaven sent
4-5 to that nigga eye yeah banana split
That's on God, nigga when we slide, they can't handle it
Niggas say he got some business, but he never stand on it
This money that I get is damaging, but I'm enhancing it
Don't leave me up, no, I'm not a fiend
But I keep lean inside a sippin' cup
Now she on my jeans just like she Subi's Now she drippy ya
Shawty not no groupie but she loosy she gone keep me up
Now she actin' bougie, get my tooly, niggas trippin', yeah
How you gon' send them threats & shit
Niggas don't like ya bitch, yeah, like ah pack of licorice
All my niggas pull up with that chopper, boy, we handle' it
7-6.2, hit y'all body, yeah, dismantle it
Yeah, I act a fool if that nigga really try some shit
Yeah, I'm actin' cool, but if he movin', then we poppin' shit
Yeah, I'm in my mood to get these riches, niggas ain't stoppin' shit
Told her to get my Glock cause niggas be ops and they be watchin' shit
Get the gang we coppin' shit
Niggas be thinkin' I'm sick, like I need Tylenol
Brodie think he rich, & think he lit, man, he not hard at all
She tryna suck me off, we sip lean niggas this ain't Smirnoff
Bitch, I'm givin' shots out, these bitches finna cure it all
Yeah, my pockets heavy,
Comin' out that bushes with that gun, nigga, like Webby
When you hold that Glock right, you know you hold it steady
And my Glock lil Caesars yes, It's hot & ready
In her dreams like Freddy
She tryna ride with a thug, yeah, she on that thug shit
I don't want no fuckin' hug, I don't need no love, bitch
I gave that hoe the fuckin' deuce, she was on that crunch shit
My bitch she bougie inna back carving fuckin' pumpkins
I been workin' out gettin' sexy on my crunch shit
Shawty tryna make a movie yeah she on some fun shit
I been thumbin' and you know I keep my hunnids
Niggas gunnin', I'm on the block you know I'm dunkin', yeah
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Auteurs: Dadrian Mallard, DeCorian Wofford
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