Talkin'
Yeah you think you can beat me down in the dirt
That's just how much I'm worth
I've been that guy since birth
Yeah you know my girl still a flirt
Even though we a thing
I used to sing
She still lookin' for that diamond ring
I won't lust but I must bust
Ridin' with the top off
Lookin' to hit 3rd gear
Let me shift
Let me just be me
Cap girl I got this car under control
Let me down shift
Boom boom pow
Onomatopoeia mamma mia
I will never see you again my friend
Let me lend you a hand
I used to play drums
I was never in a band
Now I got bands
Playin' in the sand
Yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I got the grit movin' quick
Never fall from the tree I need a stick
I used to run around the track
My wall needs a couple plack's
What my music's wack it slacks
Why don't you sit back like my left nut sack
Yeah stab me in the back with another knife
You can hate while I'm livin' my life
You get high flyin' your kite
You ain't got no car ridin' my bike
Let me give you a piece of my mind
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
That's just how much I'm worth
I've been that guy since birth
Yeah you know my girl still a flirt
Even though we a thing
I used to sing
She still lookin' for that diamond ring
I won't lust but I must bust
Ridin' with the top off
Lookin' to hit 3rd gear
Let me shift
Let me just be me
Cap girl I got this car under control
Let me down shift
Boom boom pow
Onomatopoeia mamma mia
I will never see you again my friend
Let me lend you a hand
I used to play drums
I was never in a band
Now I got bands
Playin' in the sand
Yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I got the grit movin' quick
Never fall from the tree I need a stick
I used to run around the track
My wall needs a couple plack's
What my music's wack it slacks
Why don't you sit back like my left nut sack
Yeah stab me in the back with another knife
You can hate while I'm livin' my life
You get high flyin' your kite
You ain't got no car ridin' my bike
Let me give you a piece of my mind
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
I'm just talkin'
I'm just talkin'
Yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Evan George
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