paroles de chanson Pillow Talk & Slander - Babyface Ray , Benny The Butcher , Jadakiss
Man,
we
don't
want
much,
we
just
want
what
belong
to
us
Man,
we
ain't
greedy,
we
hustlers,
-,
Butch
If
I
could
talk
to
the
old
me,
I'd
tell
him,
"Watch
these
-
And
'em
- gon'
rat,
delete
them
numbers
out
your
phone"
I
left
Ashland
at
FCI,
met
a
plug
and
then
got
on
I
coulda
made
my
brother
rich,
that
- died
'fore
I
got
home
I
got
the
aura
of
a
boss,
ask
-,
they
know
my
body
I'm
on
MSNBC
talkin'
politics
with
Ari
Ate
sardines
out
the
can,
my
birthdays
ain't
have
a
party
(none)
So
apologize
for
what?
I'm
too
rich
to
say
sorry
Wrote
a
letter
to
the
streets,
addressed
it,
"Whom
it
may
concern"
Everybody
can't
go,
and
that
- I
had
to
learn
(I
had
to
learn)
I
be
back
on
my
bull-
when
the
beef
get
confirmed
(confirmed)
I
lay
on
a
- like
Katt
Williams'
perm
Walk
the
path
of
a
king,
first
I
saw
it
in
my
dreams,
now
it's
happenin'
Ayo,
Hit,
we
got
these
-
'Cause
every
time
I
drive,
the
hood
tellin'
me,
"The
streets
is
back
again"
One,
two,
three
If
I
could
talk
to
the
old
me,
I'd
tell
him,
"Watch
these
-
And
'em
- gon'
rat,
delete
them
numbers
out
your
phone"
I
left
Ashland
at
FCI,
met
a
plug
and
then
got
on
I
coulda
made
my
brother
rich,
that
- died
'fore
I
got
home
Yeah,
the
streets
dead,
can't
a
soul
save
'em,
huh
(nah)
You
just
a
rapper,
that's
a
bold
statement
(oh,
yeah)
I
watched
a
kingpin
lose,
and
that
- with
my
mind
I
was
lookin'
up
to
him
before
my
faith
was
in
God,
yeah
Take
you
on
a
ride
to
small
towns,
you
get
much
more
First
you
cut
class,
jump
off
the
porch,
now
you
cut
dope
(for
real)
Identity
sealed
behind
that
man's
'cause
he
cutthroat
She
put
somethin'
in
her
baggie,
somethin'
in
her
purse,
so
I
don't
trust
ho-
I
usually
judge
these
- by
the
taste
of
they
watch
And
then
the
pandemic
hit,
that
started
fakin'
me
out
Yeah,
I
said,
"-
college",
went
straight
to
the
block
No
witnesses,
better
chances,
guess
it's
safe
at
the
top
because
it's
lonely
If
I
could
talk
to
the
old
me,
I'd
tell
him,
"Watch
these
- (watch
'em)
And
'em
- gon'
rat,
delete
them
numbers
out
your
phone"
(mm)
I
left
Ashland
at
FCI,
met
a
plug
and
then
got
on
(uh)
I
coulda
made
my
brother
rich,
that
- died
'fore
I
got
home
- from
the
sandbox
turn
into
your
rivals
(yeah)
'Cause
they
watch
you
put
the
work
in,
then
they
feel
entitled
(yup)
Pillow
talk
and
slander,
but
they
don't
wanna
try
you
(nah)
It's
about
what
I
could
teach
you,
not
what
I
could
buy
you
(woo)
What
I'm
capable
of
doin'
is
the
only
thing
that
scares
me
(that's
it)
I'd've
told
the
old
me,
"Don't
even
let
'em
near
me"
(uh-uh)
Somethin'
'bout
the
rush,
you
just
can't
get
enough
of
it
(woo)
Named
on
indictments
with
- you
don't
hustle
with
(uh)
They
just
love
to
tell
it
(yeah),
I
just
love
to
sell
it
(uh)
- so
strong,
it's
still
wrapped,
and
you
could
smell
it
(smell
it)
Sittin'
in
the
spot
with
the
work
and
the
gun
out
(fssh)
At
the
end,
the
true
colors
always
gon'
come
out,
real
sh-
If
I
could
talk
to
the
old
me,
I'd
tell
him,
"Watch
these
-
And
'em
- gon'
rat,
delete
them
numbers
out
your
phone"
I
left
Ashland
at
FCI,
met
a
plug
and
then
got
on
I
coulda
made
my
brother
rich,
that
- died
'fore
I
got
home
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