Текст песни BEVERLY HILLS - Iamdoechii

It's done, it's dead, I'm not hitting him up anymore

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost

Sick of (yeah)
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
Straight up, yeah
Thinking 'bout another life without you
Fed up, yeah
You never really were my type
Straight up, yeah
But let me talk my shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (yeah)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (okay)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (you lost)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (when I walk in)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (but let me talk my shit)

(Too broke) to be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) recognize who you is
You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live
(And I won't) try to brag in your ear
But every time you speak, I'm just interpreting fear
(It's hard)
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh

You must be mad if you think I'ma laugh
At the shit ass jokes that you're talking
You should be glad that I ain't breaking the glass
That you bought last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans
I got big dreams, need a real man
You down real bad if you think I'ma
Not talk-talk how I walk that walk

(Too broke) to be so argumentative
I'd rather curse you out somewhere in Beverly Hills
(You don't) recognize who you is
You missing out on rent, could compromise where we live (live, oh)
(And I won't) try to brag in your ear, but every time you speak
I'm just interpreting fear (interpreting fear)
(It's hard) whoa
It's hard, so hard, so hard, oh

Sick of (yeah)
Tossing over crumbs in my silk sheets
Straight up
You're thinking 'bout another girl and not me
Fed up
I never really was your type
Was I? (Yeah)
But, baby, talk your shit tonight

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it (talk, talk)
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (walk, walk)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in (lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it

(Too broke) and every sigh is a sign of the times
Find time to get high, get away from a bad vibe
A fine line between a ho and a dime
I'd die if I tried being caught on your sidelines
You drive by in the car that I bought (that I bought)
You get by on the way that I walk (that I walk)
You're down bad if you think I'ma not talk, talk how I walk
Gotta walk that walk, so, ooh

Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (you don't)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (and I won't)
Talk that shit, I'ma talk it
Get your shit 'fore I walk in (it's hard)
No more fits, 'bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it