Biv - Dirty Talk paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Dirty Talk - Biv



Set to my case
Wanna let it pop pop pop
Face no trace when escape, pop pop pop
Fucka go froze ice, pop pop pop pop
Go straight to the fucka brain, pop pop pop
And I let the bitch freak
And the bitch gone geek
Need a problem from
I don't wanna see see
Think we just a little different
Loved a bitch before but never missed it
Who was I kidding, I'm one for the distance
Don't talk at all unless it's triple digits
Fuckas want problems till they can't fix it
Fuckas want problems till they can't fix it
Fuckas want problems till they can't fix it
Bitch want smoke
Hoe I gotchu
Bring that same pace
Who goin stop you
Living fake fake bitch I spot you
Feign for the digits I been locked too
Selfish as fuck
I got lists I can't cut
I got a problem to talk
Bitch don't bring it to us
We don't fly with the fucks
Know you lookin for such
I just peep what I must
Bitch I know it's a problem
I ain't tryna show why I got em
Everybody know how I drop in
Bitch show face when he poppin
Tryna find ways through my process
I ain't been trippin with my progress
I'm a bit much for the digest
Watch them come up just to digress
I'm crashin, feel fantastic
Throwing hands when I get too active
Bitches only come around for the traction
Tryna act like I already have it
My world my own, my tragic
Thoughts been too much for action
Thoughts been too much for action
Money never came in
Private schools never handled my patience
Barely keepin up with the fuckin payment
Matter of fact we ain't never had savings
Mold on the ceiling that I'm prayin
Too much to explain, so I vacant
No lapse, I go back to the pavement
Keep my life out your mouth and ya statements
And I let the bitch freak
And the bitch gone geek
Need a problem from
I don't wanna see see
And I let the bitch freak
And the bitch gone geek
Need a problem from
I don't wanna see see
Set to my case
Wanna let it pop pop pop
Face no trace when escape, pop pop pop
Fucka go froze ice, pop pop pop pop
Go straight to the fucka brain, pop pop pop
Bitch want smoke
Hoe I gotchu
Bring that same pace
Who goin stop you
Living fake fake bitch I spot you
Feign for the digits I been locked too
Nameless
Pussy boy ended up brainless
Bitch too bad, too shamless
Fuck around, make a bitch famous
I don't wanna feel where the pain is
I don't wanna feel where the pain is
Nameless
Pussy boy ended up brainless
Nameless
Pussy boy ended up brainless
Bitch too bad, too shamless
Fuck around, make a bitch famous
I don't wanna feel where the pain is
I don't wanna feel where the pain is
Nameless
Pussy boy ended up brainless



Writer(s): David James


Biv - Dead Luxury
Album Dead Luxury
date de sortie
20-05-2022




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