Текст песни Talk 2 Much - Quik4K

Yea, Yea
What, Yea
Huh, Huh, Huh
Huh, Huh, Huh
Your bitch, Your bitch, Your bitch talk too much
*Quik4K*
I got jewelry on my neck, on my head, look like Broly
I been outside, mobbin' with the gang, I put that on my brodie
On my side I got Berettas had to name 'em Zach and Cody
In n out of every city, I be fuckin' on a roadie
1500 on the lens, fake friends I ain't make amends
Ride the Lexus, fuck the Benz
All these bitches they my fans
I be poppin' all them xans
It's like Ksubi on my pants
Imma run up all these bands (Huh)
Bands up, Bands up
If I keep on puffin, Imma get some cancer
Shawty stripping on my body acting like a dancer
She been waitin' for me like I'm just the answer (Answer, Answer, Check my wrist watch I got time today)
Check my wrist watch I got time today
She a bad thang, talk too much, come this way
Imma run 'em over, rock the Red October
Pour the lean up like I'm never sober
Said she want a real man guess I gotta show her (Yuh, Ay, Yuh, Ay, Yuh, Ay)
Your Bitch, Your Bitch, Your bitch talk too much
Your Bitch, Your Bitch, Your bitch talk too much
Your Bitch, Your Bitch, Your bitch talk too much
*Quik4K*
I got jewelry on my neck, on my head, look like Broly
I been outside, mobbin' with the gang, I put that on my brodie
On my side I got Berettas had to name 'em Zach and Cody
In n out of every city, I be fuckin' on a roadie
Shibuya on my denim, Rockin' all black like I'm Venom
I be cruisin' in that Phantom, Some bad bitches in my fandom
They shout 4K then they throw it up, up, up
Then they throw it up, up, up, up
My chain, it hang, straight from Johnny Dang
My drac, it bang, I let them bullets sang
I let them bullets sang
I let them bullets sang
Your Bitch, Your bitch, Your bitch talk too much, Talk too much
Your bitch talk too much, Talk too much, Talk too much