paroles de chanson Walk Like I Talk - MaKalani

Gotta get my chicken up, bitch
I ain't had no credits up in school, why would I give you some?
Recommend that you don't play with niggas that's gon send you up
Me and cuz don't talk everyday, but we still keep in touch
You gon' probably be broke forever if you keep it up

It's not that I don't care, bitch, I really just don't give a fuck
Get disrespectful in that pussy, I'ma mix it up
You can't hit my line when you see me in a Bentley truck
Don't call me Lani, call me Mr. Don't Give a Fuck

I been goin' ham like Thanksgiving, now it's time to chicken up
I'ma coach, you ain't ballin', you don't get the cut
Treat yo bitch like a layaway and keep her in the tuck
Stand on the cash with two feet to get my heighten up

And these hoes need to tighten up, nah, I ain't high enough
All that dick suckin' for the birds, but you fly enough
Crying how you took a a lot of L's, you need to lighten up
I rather see your ass in person than to type it up

And these niggas act tough, I just treat it like it's comedy
Please don't compare me to these niggas, we ain't commonly
I wear designer 'cause they niggas, they ain't Prada me
Had to sell my soul 'cause this bitch den sucked it outta me

Her brain too good, she studying geometry
I count blue strips, like money in monopoly
She say, "Tell me like it is" She ain't ready for no honesty
Gotta trust your time coming soon 'cause it's timely

I walk like I talk
Ain't gettin' no bands, boy, you lost
My pockets green like Lacoste, I'm in my wave, don't get caught

You ain't tryna get paid, that's your fault
Bouta cop my first chain, let me see what it cost
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, leave a bitch in the vault
You a mothafuckin' lame, the fuck you thought?

Balenciaga shoes, I'ma kick my sneaks up
You can't take me for a fool, bitch, I really get my cheese up
And I got a two-piece, two hoes tryna eat me up
Tryna kick my feet up, bitch, you gotta walk a mile just to keep up (Hot, hot)

Gun flash just to heat it up
Me and bro kick the hoes out, they tryna tease us
Me and gang outer space, in the stars where you meetin' us
Why you coppin' out? If it's up, then let's keep it stuck

Lame, lame actin' strange, strange, you ain't gang, gang
Sprung out on these bluestrips, but I'm not T-Pain
I'm just tryna get rich, why you mad we on the same thing?
Man, these niggas tell stories like a Call Of Duty campaign

I walk like I talk
Ain't gettin' no bands, boy, you lost
My pockets green like Lacoste, I'm in my wave, don't get caught

You ain't tryna get paid, that's yo fault
Bouta cop my first chain, let me see what it cost
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, leave a bitch in the vault
You a mothafuckin' lame, the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought, nigga)