Testo No Talkin - Tee Grizzley
Testo della canzone No Talkin (Tee Grizzley), tratta dall'album Scriptures
Ayy, don't talk about it if you really gon' do it
Don't say you gon' do that shit if you really won't do it
Been at the bottom, you don't wanna go through it
I'll take it back out the back and I flow through it
Now, I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Twin chopsticks, Cody and Zack
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger!
Me and Blanco Kobe and Shaq
Me and Lochi goin' Mad Max
ATL Jacob, bitch!
Come through, just don't take no flicks
Go at whoever, I ain't got no pics (word)
Heard a nigga say he fucked my bitch (what?)
Fuck that bitch, I don't trust that bitch (trust that bitch, nigga)
Aventador and the license plate Michigan (yeah)
Had to quit fucking with dawg, he feminine (feel me?)
I run Detroit, niggas talkin' 'bout Eminem
Talking that shit, I kill you, him, and him (yeah)
I made a M, then I made a M again, slow down
Check that score nigga, blow out (blow out)
No school 'cause the trap got snowed out (snowed out)
If I was C-Murder, I would've broke out (broke out)
Bitch got flew out, then threw out
Lil' bro in the joint gettin' niggas rolled out
Everything a nigga do for the bag, no clout (on my momma)
Ayy, don't talk about it if you really gon' do it
Don't say you gon' do that shit if you won't do it
Been at the bottom, you don't wanna go through it
I'll take it back out the bank and I'll blow through it
I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Twin chopsticks, Cody and Zack
Me and Blanco Kobe and Shaq
Me and Lochi goin' Mad Max, bitch
Bitch, I'm a Detroit legend (legend)
You convenient, not special (not special)
And you know I'ma shoot, not wrestle (bow)
I'm calling it now, this shit goin' Platinum (that's facts)
Before I go broke, I'ma jump in a lake
I could jump out that Bentley and jump in a straight
Jump out that straight and jump in a Cutty
Niggas want smoke, we gon' jump in a tank
Lil' baby, I don't do dates
Can't have these hoes with a due date
Spend your block for a few days
With a few K's, if you play, you lay
Niggas want beef, don't entertain it
They wanna die, just make the arrangement
She on her knees like its a engagement
My niggas get money too, it's contagious
Where was you at when I was in the basement?
Where was you at when I was at arraignment?
They wanna fuck, 'cause we in this bitch raining
Million dollar nigga, but I still eat Ramen
I love bro the death but we don't really be hanging (why not?)
I'm scared to hang with him 'cause he
Got more bodies than Jason (He's a killer)
Foreigns back to back, just line 'em up, adjacent (line 'em up)
You got all them niggas locked up,
You a agent (boy, you's a rat, bitch)
Ayy, don't talk about it if you really gon' do it
Don't say you gon' do that shit if you won't do it
Been at the bottom, you don't wanna go through it
I'll take it back out the bank and I'll blow through it
I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Twin chopsticks, Cody and Zack
Me and Blanco Kobe and Shaq
Me and Lochi goin' Mad Max, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Sanchez Wallace, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Darrel L Jackson, Simarpreet Singh Bahia
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