paroles de chanson Talk (feat. Saba) - SABA , Aminé

Can I sing for you?
That bitch is lookin′ worked up
I got 'em mad and now they feelings gettin′ turned up
You say you poppin', but your crowd be soundin' chirped up
Them crickets louder than yo′ baby mama′s first cub, nigga, get your work up

My dawgs with me like we in Petco
I'm a OG, you a retro (Ugh)
The niggas hatin′ on me ride the metro
I earned so much, I'm Ernesto
Been doin′ this shit from the get-go
And my eyes real, real low from the petrol (True)
The snakes gon' hate, let the Drac′ go
But you can't hate when my chain cost your payroll (Damn)
Pen game good and my dick good (Wow)
I really wish a bitch would
Got her ass out, she a standout (Mm)
And she got a kid, I'm a dad now
TSA trip with the pat-down
Feel like Herbo when a nigga got them racks out
What I gotta do to go dumb?
Your girlfriend know where I′m from
I′m a west coast nigga, but you already know (Ooh-wee)
I got hunnids in my pockets and your bitch at the door
I'm like DiCaprio on Wall Street
I′ma hustle real hard 'til they off me
I′m a wolf in the pack like I'm Lil B
Nigga, you can′t faze me, you crazy?

I really gotta talk this talk, I really gotta walk this walk (Say what?)
I really gotta talk my shit (Brr, true), I really make some calls (Yeah, true, true)
I really gotta talk this talk (Yes, I do), I really gotta walk this walk (Goddamn)
I really gotta let 'em know I ain't here for fuckin′ trolls (No way)

I witnessed death, I′m still livin', the perfect juxtaposition (Yeah)
Throw on my joggers and Jordans, my shorty hold me up like Jordan and Pippen, the flu game
I flew over continents just losin′ scholarships, they was just tryna get rid of us niggas
I just say screw 'em like Phillips with us
Full length, go penile, I peed in a cup for my niggas
Who knew they were reekin′ of drugs
And a system for you down and not to come up
Nigga gon' shoot down your dream for the club
Still ain′t gettin' in, still aimin' to win
I had to move out, I still can′t with the fam (Yeah)
Her shit be movin′, I still can't really dance
I had to lose all that shit I was taught
I had to duke it out, I had to fault
I had to fight, wasn′t really one to talk

I really gotta talk this talk, I really gotta walk this walk (Say what?)
I really gotta talk my shit (Brr, true), I really make some calls (Yeah, true, true)
I really gotta talk this talk (Yes, I do), I really gotta walk this walk (Goddamn)
I really gotta let 'em know I ain′t here for fuckin' trolls (No way)