Everybody Talking

I'm sick of bitches talking out the side of they neck
I walk around and I don't get no motherfucking respect
I'm sick of everybody talking about what they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking

I'm the type to walk up in your crib and act as if I live there
You won't see me in that bitch unless your bitch there
Throw a dick in her
That bitch gon' need a wheelchair
I tell her, "Keep rolling-rolling"
Since when Cain get so calm?
Heat holding-holding
I go raw in your girl
Fuck Trojans-Trojans
Since I started praying up
My cup flowing-flowing
If they sleep - then wake them up
Like good-morning-morning
Bitch - I got back pains from how I carry all of this dead-weight
You in straight debt because you can't get all your debt straight
She call me best-friend but she want me to impregnate
Bust on her bedspread
Bitch you're just trying to get your rent paid
I been fucking with these cold-hearted hoes since I was about 13
I pull the .38 out of my fanny-pack
I guarantee I leave with my shirt clean
Leave your whole family all dressed in black while you're in the ground having dirt dreams
Miss Mary Mack - leave some dots in your back before I ever let you hurt me
I'm like Godzilla getting busy
Running through your fucking city
Pull up on your bitch
I'm sucking titties and I'm touching kitty
Fuck a Richard Millie
I want something that shine
I take a couple shots I feel like I could dunk on LeBron
Her grill looking busted but I got that trunk on my mind
I don't give a shit
We could still fuck from behind
She might be a 6 but when she turn around she a dime
It's hard for me to find a bitch whose face is pretty as mine

I'm sick of bitches talking out the side of they neck
I walk around and I don't get no motherfucking respect
I'm sick of everybody talking about what they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking
I'm sick of bitches talking out the side of they neck
I walk around and I don't get no motherfucking respect
I'm sick of everybody talking about what they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking

I'm sick of fucking with bitches who used to fuck on my mans
I'm sick of having less than $50,000 stuffed in my pants
I'm especially sick of all of my so-called "friends"
They only hit me when they're trying to find some last minute plans
(Wait - hold up - where the fuck did I put my coffee?)
I don't give a fuck about these hoes
I'm too cute to get caught-up
But don't let that shit fool you, boy
Fuck around and get balled up
When I'm on one I lose all restriction
White trash but got no convictions
A 4.0 to a 4.6?
Bitch - I know the difference
I can't buy time back and I can't deposit outside opinions
I live by God
As long as I'm here I'm under her jurisdiction
I'm just sick of hearing y'all bitching

I'm sick of bitches talking out the side of they neck
I walk around and I don't get no motherfucking respect
I'm sick of everybody talking about what they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking
I'm sick of bitches talking out the side of they neck
I walk around and I don't get no motherfucking respect
I'm sick of everybody talking about what they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking



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Writer(s): Cain Nicholls-kerner
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