Talk Shit
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Man what the fuck
Why my shit turn off bruh
I guess we running this shit back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
Oh my god, oh my
Oh my god, oh my
Oh my god, oh my
Oh my god, oh my, oh my, oh my god, oh my
Yea, yea
Shut the fuck up
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, whoa
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Used to be all quiet now they calling my obnoxious
Fuck a text bitch call me back
I don't like when you talk shit
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Bitch)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Oh my god)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Whoa)
When you talk shit, like fuck that when you talk shit
Man I had your baby on the tele, uh
Sorry I ain't fuck like why you petty
Yeah I've always been the man like why you jelly
I ain't ever going back I'm in a Good Place call me Elly
The neighbors told me turn it down
Tripping like I'm seeing sounds
I won't ever understand how motherfucker's creep around
Moshpits in the jungle like a tiger trapping in it's den
I don't give a shit about your girl or your Mercedes Benz
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Used to be all quiet now they calling my obnoxious
Fuck a text bitch call me back
I don't like when you talk shit
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Bitch)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Oh my god)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Whoa)
When you talk shit, like fuck that when you talk shit
Put your hands up, put your bands up
I don't give a fuck now throw your god damn hands up
We all lonely shut the fuck up 'bout the lonely road
We all phonies all my homies play on easy mode
They smoke mistletoe, on the low, couldn't fuck a ho
Now I'm grown, I could cash a check, get another yo
Looking at the sky up in the summertime I'm seeing ghosts
Pulled up hopped out in this bitch can't trust me like I'm in my zone
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Used to be all quiet now they calling my obnoxious
Fuck a text bitch call me back
I don't like when you talk shit
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Bitch)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Oh my god)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Whoa)
When you talk shit, like fuck that when you talk shit
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Man what the fuck
Why my shit turn off bruh
I guess we running this shit back
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
Oh my god, oh my
Oh my god, oh my
Oh my god, oh my
Oh my god, oh my, oh my, oh my god, oh my
Yea, yea
Shut the fuck up
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, whoa
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Used to be all quiet now they calling my obnoxious
Fuck a text bitch call me back
I don't like when you talk shit
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Bitch)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Oh my god)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Whoa)
When you talk shit, like fuck that when you talk shit
Man I had your baby on the tele, uh
Sorry I ain't fuck like why you petty
Yeah I've always been the man like why you jelly
I ain't ever going back I'm in a Good Place call me Elly
The neighbors told me turn it down
Tripping like I'm seeing sounds
I won't ever understand how motherfucker's creep around
Moshpits in the jungle like a tiger trapping in it's den
I don't give a shit about your girl or your Mercedes Benz
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Used to be all quiet now they calling my obnoxious
Fuck a text bitch call me back
I don't like when you talk shit
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Bitch)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Oh my god)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Whoa)
When you talk shit, like fuck that when you talk shit
Put your hands up, put your bands up
I don't give a fuck now throw your god damn hands up
We all lonely shut the fuck up 'bout the lonely road
We all phonies all my homies play on easy mode
They smoke mistletoe, on the low, couldn't fuck a ho
Now I'm grown, I could cash a check, get another yo
Looking at the sky up in the summertime I'm seeing ghosts
Pulled up hopped out in this bitch can't trust me like I'm in my zone
Bitch I'm a prophet, stop it
All my boys they rock it
TLC my baby and I CDG my prom fit
Used to be all quiet now they calling my obnoxious
Fuck a text bitch call me back
I don't like when you talk shit
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Bitch)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Oh my god)
When you talk shit, fuck that when you talk shit (Whoa)
When you talk shit, like fuck that when you talk shit
Credits
Writer(s): Soren Covell
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