Talk My Shit (Sped Up)
You can't tell me shit
'Cause I'm already on my own dick
With the rest of the crowd, that's where I don't fit
This rockstar lifestyle, I just can't quit (woo)
Ooh, I'ma talk my shit (ay)
We don't follow rules, I could make a zip flip
I'm talkin' rockstar shit, rock rockstar shit
Tell 'em back back if they tryin' to stop that shit (stop who)
I don't follow rules, I don't follow trends
I just set 'em
I used to move the work and now my words are sellin'
I got coins on my mind so I go and get 'em
She go boing, yo yo yoing on my dick and I let her (okay)
I'm on my Lil' Jon shit, gettin' crunk in this bitch
Blowin' blunts in the whip, I don't trick but she give me treat
I'm talkin' sweet sweet
Pull up and I beep beep (yee yee)
I don't count sheep
I just count up and repeat
So you can't tell me nothin'
She got my music bumpin'
Ooh, I'm up to somethin'
I'm just tryin' to get this mothafucka jumpin' (woo)
You can't tell me shit
'Cause I'm already on my own dick
With the rest of the crowd, that's where I don't fit
This rockstar lifestyle, I just can't quit (what)
Ooh, I'ma talk my shit (woo)
We don't follow rules, I could make a zip flip
I'm talkin' rockstar shit, rock rockstar shit
Tell 'em back back if they tryin' to stop that shit
I ain't stickin' to no script, I'm poking out like some nips (yeah)
I put this dick all on her chest like some Vicks (yee)
He talkin' shit but he broke, sheesh, I'm sick (ugh)
When they saying who next, bitch I'm it (yee)
She put that pelvis on me
Rubbin' on me like I got some velvet on me (ay)
She tell her friend to tell a friend about me (oh my god)
If she got that juicy, tell her put that melon on me
I be goin' dumb I got that helmet on me (yee)
So you can't tell me nothin'
She got my music bumpin'
Ooh, I'm up to somethin'
I'm just tryin' to get this mothafucka jumpin' (woo)
You can't tell me shit
'Cause I'm already on my own dick
With the rest of the crowd, that's where I don't fit
This rockstar lifestyle, I just can't quit (what)
Ooh, I'ma talk my shit (woo)
We don't follow rules, I could make a zip flip
I'm talkin' rockstar shit, rock rockstar shit
Tell 'em back back if they tryin' to stop that shit
'Cause I'm already on my own dick
With the rest of the crowd, that's where I don't fit
This rockstar lifestyle, I just can't quit (woo)
Ooh, I'ma talk my shit (ay)
We don't follow rules, I could make a zip flip
I'm talkin' rockstar shit, rock rockstar shit
Tell 'em back back if they tryin' to stop that shit (stop who)
I don't follow rules, I don't follow trends
I just set 'em
I used to move the work and now my words are sellin'
I got coins on my mind so I go and get 'em
She go boing, yo yo yoing on my dick and I let her (okay)
I'm on my Lil' Jon shit, gettin' crunk in this bitch
Blowin' blunts in the whip, I don't trick but she give me treat
I'm talkin' sweet sweet
Pull up and I beep beep (yee yee)
I don't count sheep
I just count up and repeat
So you can't tell me nothin'
She got my music bumpin'
Ooh, I'm up to somethin'
I'm just tryin' to get this mothafucka jumpin' (woo)
You can't tell me shit
'Cause I'm already on my own dick
With the rest of the crowd, that's where I don't fit
This rockstar lifestyle, I just can't quit (what)
Ooh, I'ma talk my shit (woo)
We don't follow rules, I could make a zip flip
I'm talkin' rockstar shit, rock rockstar shit
Tell 'em back back if they tryin' to stop that shit
I ain't stickin' to no script, I'm poking out like some nips (yeah)
I put this dick all on her chest like some Vicks (yee)
He talkin' shit but he broke, sheesh, I'm sick (ugh)
When they saying who next, bitch I'm it (yee)
She put that pelvis on me
Rubbin' on me like I got some velvet on me (ay)
She tell her friend to tell a friend about me (oh my god)
If she got that juicy, tell her put that melon on me
I be goin' dumb I got that helmet on me (yee)
So you can't tell me nothin'
She got my music bumpin'
Ooh, I'm up to somethin'
I'm just tryin' to get this mothafucka jumpin' (woo)
You can't tell me shit
'Cause I'm already on my own dick
With the rest of the crowd, that's where I don't fit
This rockstar lifestyle, I just can't quit (what)
Ooh, I'ma talk my shit (woo)
We don't follow rules, I could make a zip flip
I'm talkin' rockstar shit, rock rockstar shit
Tell 'em back back if they tryin' to stop that shit
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Petit, Alexander John Martinez
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