blahblahblah
Yeah I could never see the difference
And you talking on my name, I might just lose it
Girl I'm never losing why you looking stupid
Trouble it's hard to tell
When you know you going to lose it
Talk talk talk
All the shit you say is annoying
Blah blah blah
All your shit is disappointing
I can't stop
But these bitches keep on talking and talking
I've had enough
Problems problems
Bitch can go and solve them
I could never stand down
I could never follow them
Problems problems
Bitch can go and solve them
I could never stand down
I could never follow them
Solve them
Follow them
Solve them
Solve them
Follow them
And I'm posted with that big stick
If you keep talking all that shit, I'm a lose it
If you keep talking bullets to his noggin
Damage to his conscious
My pole is fucking flawless
What are you going to do
This is your advisory
That you just my enemy
Talk down
Laugh his pack down
You know I got the crown
Talking shit it's a clown
And I got the scope on me
And I got these guns on me
Talking shit, your dead to me
And you just an enemy
Yeah, like five days
Five days
Left
Gunshots Gunshots to your death
And I told him i don't want no problems
Not worth a try
And I heard you was talking shit on a stretcher
And you talking on my name, I might just lose it
Girl I'm never losing why you looking stupid
Trouble it's hard to tell
When you know you going to lose it
Talk talk talk
All the shit you say is annoying
Blah blah blah
All your shit is disappointing
I can't stop
But these bitches keep on talking and talking
I've had enough
Problems problems
Bitch can go and solve them
I could never stand down
I could never follow them
Problems problems
Bitch can go and solve them
I could never stand down
I could never follow them
Solve them
Follow them
Solve them
Solve them
Follow them
And I'm posted with that big stick
If you keep talking all that shit, I'm a lose it
If you keep talking bullets to his noggin
Damage to his conscious
My pole is fucking flawless
What are you going to do
This is your advisory
That you just my enemy
Talk down
Laugh his pack down
You know I got the crown
Talking shit it's a clown
And I got the scope on me
And I got these guns on me
Talking shit, your dead to me
And you just an enemy
Yeah, like five days
Five days
Left
Gunshots Gunshots to your death
And I told him i don't want no problems
Not worth a try
And I heard you was talking shit on a stretcher
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