Testo Small Talk - coldbydefault
Testo della canzone Small Talk (coldbydefault), tratta dall'album Nothing Matters
Fuck small talk
Let's just fuck
She wanna twerk on me
Stop that, we might have kids
I pull up with baddies race cars, race cars
I don't wanna go to court even if the case not closed
I pull up with baddies race cars, race cars
I pull up with money, money, money and bankroll
I can't talk, I can't talk, no
I can't talk, cause Jesus talk it to me
And I'm all the way to the top
What makes me happy, cash and check
I can't talk, I can't talk
Fuck small talk, let's just fuck
I know for a nigga you gon' get down
Drunk as fuck, I'm lit as fuck
Alright, you wanna fuck me in the night
Alright, I wanna make that pussy mine
Alright, we finna smoke seven grams tonight
Dance on me, Dance on me
I'm on top, I'm on climb
I don't care no robbery
I shoot you like you proud of me
Fake niggas a clown to me
Most my life in poverty
That's how I make a prodigy
That nigga's a child to me
She would never get over me
All these niggas a rivalry
All these niggas a rivalry
Only God, only God gon' get me to the top
He's gonna give me rocks in my watch
Like nana, yeah, nana
Nah, nah, none of this shit matter only God
You hit my phone up in a late night
You only need me in the night time
Got me reminiscing like why she fucking distant
Like nana, yeah, nana
Nah, nah, none of this shit matter only God
You hit my phone up in a late night
You only need me in the night time
Got me reminiscing like why she fucking distant
Like why she distant
I'm tripping off this mission
Like why you missing
I'm missing when you kiss it
You never listen
You snaking girl you hissing
Only God
Only God can get me to the top
He's gonna get me rocks in my watch
Uhuh
Fuck small talk
Let's just fuck
She wanna twerk on me
Stop that, we might have kids
I pull up with baddies race cars, race cars
I don't wanna go to court even if the case not closed
I pull up with baddies race cars, race cars
I pull up with money, money, money and bankroll
I can't talk, I can't talk, no
I can't talk, cause Jesus talk it to me
And I'm all the way to the top
What makes me happy, cash and check
I can't talk, I can't talk
Fuck small talk, let's just fuck
I know for a nigga you gon' get down
Drunk as fuck, I'm lit as fuck
Alright, you wanna fuck me in the night
Alright, I wanna make that pussy mine
Alright, we finna smoke seven grams tonight
Dance on me, Dance on me
I'm on top, I'm on climb
I don't care no robbery
I shoot you like you proud of me
Fake niggas a clown to me
Most my life in poverty
That's how I make a prodigy
That nigga's a child to me
She would never get over me
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Writer(s): J F, Tristan Reis
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