Talk Shit
Talk shit
Talk shit
Talk shit
Ey
Talk shit, get the guillotine
Thick skin
But my mind gets the best of me
Thick neck
I'm the best that you've ever seen
Can't kill, more alive than I've ever been
Oh
You think that you're part of the game
Talk shit like you think we're the same
I live, give me power and hate, oh
Baby
You can't forget me
Go say your last peace
Please don't forgive me
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Ey, Ey
I think that I'm going insane
Reel in the weight of my name
The best one to ever have played, oh
Say please
If you berate me
Go play for my team
I'll stop to say cheese, oh
Talk shit with the prettiest lips
I give off a dirty vibe with the flick of my wrist, oh
The best artist that will ever exist
I'm open to be challenged by the rest of your clique, though
Hit or miss
I guess I never miss
I was ballin' when I was still a little kid
Look in the mirror, and you'll see that we're the same, yo
Build your own shit, you can stop bouncing on my dick, bro
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Yeah, yeah
Got no respect for you, brother
You gotta earn it
Talk shit
Talk shit
Ey
Talk shit, get the guillotine
Thick skin
But my mind gets the best of me
Thick neck
I'm the best that you've ever seen
Can't kill, more alive than I've ever been
Oh
You think that you're part of the game
Talk shit like you think we're the same
I live, give me power and hate, oh
Baby
You can't forget me
Go say your last peace
Please don't forgive me
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Ey, Ey
I think that I'm going insane
Reel in the weight of my name
The best one to ever have played, oh
Say please
If you berate me
Go play for my team
I'll stop to say cheese, oh
Talk shit with the prettiest lips
I give off a dirty vibe with the flick of my wrist, oh
The best artist that will ever exist
I'm open to be challenged by the rest of your clique, though
Hit or miss
I guess I never miss
I was ballin' when I was still a little kid
Look in the mirror, and you'll see that we're the same, yo
Build your own shit, you can stop bouncing on my dick, bro
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Kiss me with those same lips
That you use to talk shit
To talk shit
Yeah, yeah
Got no respect for you, brother
You gotta earn it
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Writer(s): Robin Abresch
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