"TALK LIKE THIS" lyrics
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
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When your stove give it up and I ain't talkin' 'bout kitchen
I'm on a mission, I'ma need you to stop it with that bitching
If the homie acting iffy for chili, I gotta ditch him
I'm a risk taker, yeah, the joints know me
Cabbas out blowing bands and my neck on freeze
I got a rule, we can't link without a chain at least
And I'ma dog this V8 'til my tank on E
Gang business, and I still keep a lo for the map
Ain't worried 'bout no math quiz, I'm in the field tryna pass
Don't gotta put no bitch down, tryna give me a bag
At sixteen, crashed the Bimmer, same day, got a Jag'
Man, I got tired of wearing Ross, now my tags say Louis
D ain't know we getting money, I was flocking in Gucci
I'm only tripping on one bitch, I blew bands on Susie
Man, how you crashin' over pussy and it ain't even juicy?
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
One-fifty off the juice, yeah, I might just blamp
Unit X'd out for murder, they ain't giving us camp
Gotta take it if they know you, they ain't giving us stamps
She a choose, give her space, you got hoes in the clap
Ain't got a gold-plate shit, I spent a bag on a bezel
I keep a big-fat 40, don't come thinking you wrestle
I hit the door to squabble up, you tote steppin' with special
Fuck the job and clocking in, I'd rather dance with the devil
My first time I seen chip was inside of a mansion
My scandalous said the boys coming, buckle up and we smashin'
I could tell she wanna fuck just by the way she was glancing
And you could tell these all V's by the way it was dancing
I'm one-of-one, so choose me or lose me, I'm getting bored
If I ain't answered when you called then I'm probably kicking a door
You could've had a box, now you doin' bad with a dork
Barely had a pot to piss, now I'm eating with golden forks
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
[?]
When your stove give it up and I ain't talkin' 'bout kitchen
I'm on a mission, I'ma need you to stop it with that bitching
If the homie acting iffy for chili, I gotta ditch him
I'm a risk taker, yeah, the joints know me
Cabbas out blowing bands and my neck on freeze
I got a rule, we can't link without a chain at least
And I'ma dog this V8 'til my tank on E
Gang business, and I still keep a lo for the map
Ain't worried 'bout no math quiz, I'm in the field tryna pass
Don't gotta put no bitch down, tryna give me a bag
At sixteen, crashed the Bimmer, same day, got a Jag'
Man, I got tired of wearing Ross, now my tags say Louis
D ain't know we getting money, I was flocking in Gucci
I'm only tripping on one bitch, I blew bands on Susie
Man, how you crashin' over pussy and it ain't even juicy?
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
One-fifty off the juice, yeah, I might just blamp
Unit X'd out for murder, they ain't giving us camp
Gotta take it if they know you, they ain't giving us stamps
She a choose, give her space, you got hoes in the clap
Ain't got a gold-plate shit, I spent a bag on a bezel
I keep a big-fat 40, don't come thinking you wrestle
I hit the door to squabble up, you tote steppin' with special
Fuck the job and clocking in, I'd rather dance with the devil
My first time I seen chip was inside of a mansion
My scandalous said the boys coming, buckle up and we smashin'
I could tell she wanna fuck just by the way she was glancing
And you could tell these all V's by the way it was dancing
I'm one-of-one, so choose me or lose me, I'm getting bored
If I ain't answered when you called then I'm probably kicking a door
You could've had a box, now you doin' bad with a dork
Barely had a pot to piss, now I'm eating with golden forks
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
You need at least a hundred thou' just to talk like this
I took L's back to back just to talk like this
Did my time then came back just to talk like this
I had to dribble for the game just to talk like this
