TALK LIKE THIS!
Depo on the beat
Skrrt skrrt
You have reached the voicemail box of
Icy on the track
It's Wonk City bitch
You paint me as a criminal, a painful individual
They say that I'm incapable, I say that that's debatable
Maybe they just hate me cause they think it's unobtainable
I just wanna get up and dunk and do my finger roll
Get fed, dinner rolls, imma have to get it though
Get some shit up on my stove, I'm about to let em know
Gettin' cold, hella frozen, start a commotion
I'm voted most likely to be broke and homeless
You don't want me as a foe cause you'll float to the ocean
THC just to cope so I'm blowin'
Clouds from a gram to an ounce to a pound
Don't ask me to share, I ain't passin' around
Other rappers ain't rappin', they gassin' around
I'm the dad to the youngins with the cap and the gown
Uh, I ain't fuckin' around
Ay, so you down for the count
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no
Pushed everyone away, now they won't stay
I prefer my space, bask in my own pain
Smoke in vain, pass me more strains
Yeah I know my fate ain't looking too great
Time progresses, I get worse at rapping
And I miss my chance like what the fuck happened?
I just motherfucking don't know if I'm a fan
Or if I just wanna make music outlasting
Uh, goddammit
Put her on the mattress, now let me see some action
Fucked her so long that that ass out of the fashion
And if you need some tips then this song is my pamphlet
Uh, I go batshit when a motherfucker come to me and they cappin'
Uh, now imagine if all these motherfuckers wouldn't cap when they rappin'
Uh, then they rat cause they askin'
Uh, you a bitch, I be passin'
Uh, you some fools, I be laughin'
Uh, fools gold's what you grabbin'
Fools gold's what you grabbin' ya
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit no no
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit
You don't wanna hear me talk like this no no
Skrrt skrrt
You have reached the voicemail box of
Icy on the track
It's Wonk City bitch
You paint me as a criminal, a painful individual
They say that I'm incapable, I say that that's debatable
Maybe they just hate me cause they think it's unobtainable
I just wanna get up and dunk and do my finger roll
Get fed, dinner rolls, imma have to get it though
Get some shit up on my stove, I'm about to let em know
Gettin' cold, hella frozen, start a commotion
I'm voted most likely to be broke and homeless
You don't want me as a foe cause you'll float to the ocean
THC just to cope so I'm blowin'
Clouds from a gram to an ounce to a pound
Don't ask me to share, I ain't passin' around
Other rappers ain't rappin', they gassin' around
I'm the dad to the youngins with the cap and the gown
Uh, I ain't fuckin' around
Ay, so you down for the count
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit, no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk like this, no
Pushed everyone away, now they won't stay
I prefer my space, bask in my own pain
Smoke in vain, pass me more strains
Yeah I know my fate ain't looking too great
Time progresses, I get worse at rapping
And I miss my chance like what the fuck happened?
I just motherfucking don't know if I'm a fan
Or if I just wanna make music outlasting
Uh, goddammit
Put her on the mattress, now let me see some action
Fucked her so long that that ass out of the fashion
And if you need some tips then this song is my pamphlet
Uh, I go batshit when a motherfucker come to me and they cappin'
Uh, now imagine if all these motherfuckers wouldn't cap when they rappin'
Uh, then they rat cause they askin'
Uh, you a bitch, I be passin'
Uh, you some fools, I be laughin'
Uh, fools gold's what you grabbin'
Fools gold's what you grabbin' ya
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit no no
You don't wanna hear me talk like this
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit no no
You don't wanna hear me talk my shit
You don't wanna hear me talk like this no no
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Melnyk Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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