Talk MY SH!t (T.M.S)
Speakers banging like its finna knock your socks off
Had to pick up in the whip for the drop off
Hell of ice on me she gon' need some rock salt
She can't ride on in these conditions baby take your top off
'Cause it's hot girl
And I'm a hot a boy
Fuck a city girl summer up now it's hot boy
I'm with Hitta trigger finger make you hot boy
In the kitchen lit the stove got the pot boy
I got sauce soy
In case you lost boy
Its one zero we not sorry for your loss boy
Hold up wait we had to flip him then we toss boy
She gon' suck on my nuts like a Almond Joy
Riding 'round with the big thang
Big chains
Hold up I was driving in that big range
Hitta hit your ass up with the mid-range
Hmm, man ain't shit change
Shit ain't the same though
Bitches ain't playing though
But they acting like a hoe
I don't know, uh
In the rain in the snow
I was working in the cold
I was chilling with some young niggas not old
You just do what you told what you 'pose to
I can show you hell of things baby like I'm 'pose to, ha
You don't even know boo
I popped out, out of no where
Oh ooouuu
Hold up wait you gotta chill for a second
I gotta catch my breath reel it in for a second
I'm a fisherman, fishing for all of these bitches
And I'm wishing man, they granting all of my wishes
She in the kitchen man, she washing all of my dishes
I'm the Michelin man
'Cause I'm always on a roll
Always on the go
And I always got a show
And I'm fucking all the baddest bitches
Even on your hoe, aye
Had to pick up in the whip for the drop off
Hell of ice on me she gon' need some rock salt
She can't ride on in these conditions baby take your top off
'Cause it's hot girl
And I'm a hot a boy
Fuck a city girl summer up now it's hot boy
I'm with Hitta trigger finger make you hot boy
In the kitchen lit the stove got the pot boy
I got sauce soy
In case you lost boy
Its one zero we not sorry for your loss boy
Hold up wait we had to flip him then we toss boy
She gon' suck on my nuts like a Almond Joy
Riding 'round with the big thang
Big chains
Hold up I was driving in that big range
Hitta hit your ass up with the mid-range
Hmm, man ain't shit change
Shit ain't the same though
Bitches ain't playing though
But they acting like a hoe
I don't know, uh
In the rain in the snow
I was working in the cold
I was chilling with some young niggas not old
You just do what you told what you 'pose to
I can show you hell of things baby like I'm 'pose to, ha
You don't even know boo
I popped out, out of no where
Oh ooouuu
Hold up wait you gotta chill for a second
I gotta catch my breath reel it in for a second
I'm a fisherman, fishing for all of these bitches
And I'm wishing man, they granting all of my wishes
She in the kitchen man, she washing all of my dishes
I'm the Michelin man
'Cause I'm always on a roll
Always on the go
And I always got a show
And I'm fucking all the baddest bitches
Even on your hoe, aye
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Craig
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