Lil Darkie - TALK SHIT текст песни

Текст песни TALK SHIT - Lil Darkie



Th-th-this is a certified hood claic)
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Ay, ay
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Talk sh*t, I'm auming that they do yeah
Cause we thumping on
They music and they crew yeah
Got the choppa on my arm I let it poo yeah
She a talker when
I c*ck her then she move yeah
Puy nas chattin
Rat a tattin none of late
Double barrel with
The split trigger hit yo face (fff)
Rip your sh*t apart
I go retarded with the blade (uh)
Speaking like a kid I might go rid you of your name
Do do, do do, do do
I'll shoot you,
Do do, talking, poo
Poo, vile, choo choo, do do
Talk sh*t talk sh*t talk sh*t, to me
I might pull up
With the donkey let it kick to me
I'ma honkey
In a tractor with a dk Uzi
Got along keep to your
House call it a big zuky
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t (you wanna see me do it again?), talk sh*t, yuh
Talk sh*t talk sh*t talk sh*t
(I'm gonna do it again)
Yuh, talk sh*t talk sh-(one more time, just one)talk sh*t
Pistol whippin',
Quarter grippin',
Border hoppin',
Cop dodgin', drop tops fka oppa
Out the garage
Taj Mahal kill em' all wolf gang like ripped a kidney
Now we flippin' takin' trips
And hittin' licks
Sips that might kill your kidneys
Fk Obama fk
Osama attude rat a
Dude like who you nas is
Fk your racks
And fk your
Diamonds i'll
Be mining silver lining, staring
Businesses
Grip the .9 like all the
Time, it slip your
Mind you slip in fat, see you later
I'm the one the
Fallen son and
I have come
From outer space to leave a crater
Fallen son like
I'm the night
You wanna fight I bring the right to you left
Hit ya chest you
Don't impress
You not the best
Waste of breath are you deaf
Why you capping
Tried snitching
Clout sucking no fks and no talent
Hi I'm rapping sound like
Crap think I slap b*t*h
Something out of balance
B*t*h something out
Of balance, b*t*h are you
Out your mind?
Why you barking at me
When you know I'm gaing
Got a .9 and sh*t in bra
And attention on the acid
C*ckin in a flask
I am what happens when
If you want some rhymes I'm taxing you
Imma hit you spine and
Tell your mind to start relaxing you
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh
(Wow, that was kinda
Good, uh, I know I only
Said I was gonna do it one more time, I really
Wanna do it one more time,
Just one more time,
This is actually the last time)
3!
2!
1!
Talking sh*t, talking sh*t
Talking sh*t, talking sh*t
Uh
I'ma channel energy to bury my enemies
I'll be sending these readly
Anything that's ahead of me
I be, Livin like I was a paradox
Pair of socks, each
One of em got a pair of rock
Lively, Spit like a pair of Glocks
I'ma send shots now
He look like a pair of crocks
Humena humena, on the fungus 'n want in a
Get a bag and I run up into the sun and im commin
I'ma sun of a gun, I wanna be like my papa
I'm bringing heat like a choppa
I'm cookin bacon like coppers
I'm really shaking that copper
I'm talkin' sh*t with the yopper now
Why you lyin' on me
Thinkin' it get you a lot of clout
I don't take kindly to nas without a brain
Get out my lane slime
You a na without a route
Find me a na who got nothin' to front about
I got a trigger who ain't jammin' or runnin' out
Cry me na wit a emma like de te de
I still lick cd romers and dvd's
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh (Talk that sh*t do)
Talk sh*t (Flip that brick foo) Talk sh*t (Smoke that zip too)
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t talk sh*t, yuh



Авторы: Alexander Wacksman, Joshua Hamilton


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