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Talk My Shit (Feat. Amaarae & Flo Milli)

Childish Gambino

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Talk My Shit (Feat. Amaarae & Flo Milli)

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A town do it, don't stop, you was sorta richYou nigga missed the bank by a quarter inchI'm hopping out the coup, with my titties outDo they have a sauna's all I care aboutI'm 'a make a Billie like I'm EllishYou can't see me flying, 'cause it's privateShe ain't never been inside a HyattWhen we met in person you acting quietLove how she saying that shitmight have to marry this bitchBought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like thisNigga is tite that I got her, I walk through the partyshe all on my shoulderI'm bucking up quick, he gotta hoe she might jump on a dickHead on a swivel it's making him sickI did it I did it I'm running up on yaI'm there in a minuteI did it myself, a million bajillion I made every pennyHe never got even he still just a critiche still in his feelingsThey wanted me dead they hate when I'm breathingI want all the smokeShe said baby what's a "yacht"? I said a kinda boatTalking dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soapNow my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cutGot my shorts above my knees, I'm feeling like a slutGot my slammys right behind me if you wanna jugTalking shit but when I see 'em they like "Where my hug? "I be stomping, pointing at me, she like "There my thug"Had to hold her back, she wilding, sayingLemme talk my shit, ooh I'm on fireIf they said we friends they a liarWhen it come to tools, I'm maguverI'm 'a touch the roof if I'm higherSomeone said the Benz was too gaudySo I went and got the new PaganiI was making plans with your shawtyI'm 'a keep my mouth in the pottyAfter you pop a pilly hoeI serve it to your sister, she a silly hoeSpilling champagne on a mini boatPimping pussy out this Bentley, got like 20 hoesI'm running this bitch like a raceBitch, I'mma nut in your faceMost of the Internet fakeHe gonna be real with that gun in his faceShe still wanna fuck, we done done it all day24 karats and ain't none of them fakePop shit, hoe, talk shit, huh huh, hold up, rightI love all my oppsThe bitch done seen me whipping chickenAlmost called the copsI feel like Gucci maneI might just throw her out the dropI kicked the hoochie out the hummerAlmost killed the thot. Huh huhOn 5th ave with the cannonI got 50 baby mammas in AtlantaAll the hoes screaming this a fucking anthemPassing hoes no hands I'm cruisingPop shit all day they snoozingIf you broke hoe you got the cootiesAll my friends all dead like UziTwo chains on me I'm differentI can fuck up a check and go missingWhen I walk in, I feel attentionShitting on bitches I'm leaving 'em pissedBad hoes go locoBody too tea, bitch hot like a throat coatI ain't fucking with nobody, this a coupeWhy would I need me a photo?Chocolate bitch, I be on toxic shitHe eat me up like cocoI'm a P ass bitch, you the oppositeKeep a nigga in a chokehold

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