paroles de chanson Talkin' Ain't Walkin' - Lil' Wyte
[Chorus:
x2]
Haters
Talkin
But
Haters
Aint
Walkin
Into
This
Fuckin
Fire
These
Haters
Aint
Walkin
Into
This
Fire
Slap
That
Sucka
Bitch
Slap
That
Sucka
Bitch
Slap
That
Sucka
Bitch
Slap
That
Sucka
[Verse
1:]
Yeah
They
Call
Me
Lil
Wyte
Im
Back
Out
On
The
Grind
Im
Drinkin
Everyday
Im
Smokein
On
Some
pine
I
Gotta
Do
It
Big
Until
The
Day
I
Die
You
Cool
Wit
Me
In
My
Face
But
A
Hater
In
disguise
(What)
You
Can
Git
slapped
down
When
Im
In
Yo
Town
Poppin
Off
Some
Rounds
When
Im
On
That
crown
We
Usually
Pull
Up
Slow
Wit
Lights
Off
An
Guns
Drawn
Everything
About
To
Go
You
Aint
No
Hood
Good
So
Go
Home
Take
It
Easy
They
Dont
Want
Shit
Except
Ya
Life
Theyll
Even
Take
A
Small
Bribe
Some
Coke
An
Ya
Wife
You
Shoulda
Thought
About
Sercomstances
Repercusions
And
Consequensis
But
Ya
Diddnt
Now
Ya
Swimmin
Somewhere
In
Tha
Mississippi.
[Chorus:
x2]
[Verse
2:]
I
Aint
Gon
Nowhere
I
Been
Chillin
In
The
Same
Cut
Smokin
On
The
Same
Blunt
Feelin
On
Tha
Same
Butts
[Más
Letras
en
]
Still
Fuck
Wit
Tha
Six
Still
Roll
Wit
Some
Killers
Still
Hang
Wit
A
Big
Click
An
Kick
It
Wit
Drug
Dealers
So
What
Ya
Wanna
Do
I
Can
Have
Ya
Whole
Crew
Hogtied
buried
alive
Undaneath
The
Swimmin
Pool
But
No
Im
Not
An
Evil
Dude
Fact
Im
Pretty
Fuckin
Humble
400
Thousand
Records
Independet
Cant
My
Stomache
Bubble
An
Im
Jus
Gettin
Started
Pimpin
You
Aint
Seen
Retarded
Pimpin
Fuck
It
Ill
Be
Modest
To
be
Im
The
Fuckin
Hardest
Pimpin
I
Can
Spit
It
Hard
This
Year
Yet
Horrific
At
The
Same
Time
Can
kill
ya
Bring
ya
To
Life
And
Get
Ya
high
Wit
The
Same
rymes.
[Chorus:
x2]
[Verse
3:]
OK
u
ask
me
how
i
do
it
i
call
it
White
Boy
Magic
Im
Not
The
Only
One
wit
it
I
Jus
Flash
it
wit
A
Passion
I
Been
missin
in
action
but
Now
Im
Back
White
Rappers
Betta
Duck
And
Hide
And
For
All
The
Haters
I
Have
Arived
So
Guard
Ya
Grill
And
adjust
ya
Eyes
Smoke
On
Keep
Cheefin
I
Aint
Tryin
To
Ruin
Ya
Weekend
But
Ill
Fuck
Ya
Mother
and
Show
You
The
Real
Meanin
Of
Beefin
I
Been
Grindin
while
you
whinin
I
Be
Shinein
Like
A
Diamond
You
thaught
this
dirt
would
still
Be
worthless
if
i
was
a
realter
Buildin
dollars
But
Keep
Ya
Head
Up
I
Wasnt
Tryin
To
Destroy
Ya
Dreams
Like
Katt
Wiliams
Said
Its
All
Good
Pimpin
U
Can
Hate
on
me
The
More
U
Talk
The
More
It
Lets
Me
Know
I
Walk
I
Do
It
Fly
So
Keep
Ya
Mouth
Open
Runnin
It
At
All
Times
Mothafucker.
[Chorus:
x2]
1 Outro
2 One and Only
3 We Ain't Cool
4 I Got Dat Candy
5 That's What's Up
6 Talkin' Ain't Walkin'
7 Get High
8 It's On
9 Feelin' Real Pimpish (feat. Project Pat)
10 Get Wrong
11 Choppa on Da Back Seat (feat. Project Pat)
12 Gettin' Money Boy
13 Cake
14 Got'm Lookin
15 Fucked Up
16 Suicide
17 Ghostin'
18 We Do It Fluid
19 Dat Boy (feat. Project Pat)
20 Gun Do Da Talkin'
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