talkalot

Don't get rocked
You will never understand me and my flock
Yeah I talk shit
Pussy boy I talk a lot
I'm a fucking God
I'm a fucking God, God, God
I'm in London
Telling hoes to suck they mom, mom
Hundred ten percent
I'm a fucking specimen
Don't you fucking get it man
You cannot stand next to him
I might lose my mother fucking brain in this bitch
Yeah a tiger can't be tamed
I'm out my cage in this bitch
Lately he ain't been the same
Oh no he changed in this bitch
Yeah I'm laughing in your face
You can't hang with the kid
Don't get rocked
You will never understand me and my flaws
Yeah yeah
Don't get rocked
You will never understand me and my flaws
Yeah I talk shit
Pussy boy I talk a lot
First things first
I can never trip about my worth
I just do it
Never wonder if it's worth it
Had to get away I saw 'em moving in reversal
You was never with me doin' toothbrush rehearsals
Yeah I need some new friends
I need a new head
This one filled with thoughts
That make me feel like shit
I need a new crib
Somewhere in outer space
I'm an alien
I'm an alien
I want some new shoes
I want a new whip
This one goes to slow
I'll never win a race
I want a thinner waist
I want the world to change
She got a cute face
She help me heal the pain



Credits
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Lucas Luis Perez, Elijah Rodriguez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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