Talk My $hit
I love it
I love it
My question was clearly
You've only been to the Fifth round
Twice in your professional career and
Lost one of them
You're complaining that he has no gap no ending
The question is why you talking shit
That's his question
Why the fuck you up there talking shit
Say it like it is you're blessed
You're blessed that I chose you
You're blessed that I chose to whoop your ass next
Say it like I fuckin' am
She just like the color of my eyes, get a grip
Uh
Runnin' through the city, I got Draco on my hip
Uh
30 round mag on the shit
Cock it back and let it spit
When the barrel get hot
I let it spark up on a bitch
Talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, like I really don't exist
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, I got Benji's on my head
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma
Chop it up like I just made a remix
I love all the bitches that be on their freak shit
Baby you bad, but you talkin' to a demon
I be in the DM tryna go deep like ESPN
I'ma free throw, free throw
And she bad, and she deep throat
Deepthroat
You the goat
Throat goat
Head so good, got me in a chokehold
Chokehold, chokehold, chokehold, yeah
Always welcome to the crib just to see Accomplishments
Yeah
First you doubted me, now I'm lookin' down balcony
And it gettin' cold when I'm outside
Every time they talkin', man, it's all lies
I'ma talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, I got Benji's on my head
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, I got Benji's on my head
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma take the breath away
Take you up to heaven, not to Kevin's gates
I be lyin' if I didn't wanna lay the pipe down
For every single one of these single bitches with Loud mouths
Loud mouths
I'ma act crazy like I'm really off my meds
I'ma lay the hate down to the bitches and the feds
I don't like the way they talk about
Yeah
Holdin' me down, you just made an enemy
Now I'ma start drownin' you out
I love it
My question was clearly
You've only been to the Fifth round
Twice in your professional career and
Lost one of them
You're complaining that he has no gap no ending
The question is why you talking shit
That's his question
Why the fuck you up there talking shit
Say it like it is you're blessed
You're blessed that I chose you
You're blessed that I chose to whoop your ass next
Say it like I fuckin' am
She just like the color of my eyes, get a grip
Uh
Runnin' through the city, I got Draco on my hip
Uh
30 round mag on the shit
Cock it back and let it spit
When the barrel get hot
I let it spark up on a bitch
Talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, like I really don't exist
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, I got Benji's on my head
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma
Chop it up like I just made a remix
I love all the bitches that be on their freak shit
Baby you bad, but you talkin' to a demon
I be in the DM tryna go deep like ESPN
I'ma free throw, free throw
And she bad, and she deep throat
Deepthroat
You the goat
Throat goat
Head so good, got me in a chokehold
Chokehold, chokehold, chokehold, yeah
Always welcome to the crib just to see Accomplishments
Yeah
First you doubted me, now I'm lookin' down balcony
And it gettin' cold when I'm outside
Every time they talkin', man, it's all lies
I'ma talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, I got Benji's on my head
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma talk my shit, like I'm really off my meds
Talk my shit, I got molly on my breath
Talk my shit, I got Benji's on my head
I'ma talk my shit, I'ma talk my shit
I'ma take the breath away
Take you up to heaven, not to Kevin's gates
I be lyin' if I didn't wanna lay the pipe down
For every single one of these single bitches with Loud mouths
Loud mouths
I'ma act crazy like I'm really off my meds
I'ma lay the hate down to the bitches and the feds
I don't like the way they talk about
Yeah
Holdin' me down, you just made an enemy
Now I'ma start drownin' you out
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