Testo Talk That Shit - YFN Lucci
Testo della canzone Talk That Shit (YFN Lucci), tratta dall'album Wish Me Well 2
Hot boy, propane, no fever
I got - on the doc like a heaver
Ayy, like a fever
Ayy, make it look we in them pants and everything
Don't get low from a liver
YFNBC, this is Halsey
Make some f-ing gains, don't just f-ing point on me
Hey, uh, got game like Jesus, yeah
Hot boy, propane, no fever
I got n- on the doc like a heaver
B- I don't get left, I'm a leaver
A couple homies went left, I don't need 'em
You know we got them pints when you need 'em
Tonight, I might go up on the feature
I don't know why the f- they're hatin' from the bleachers
I'm too busy ballin', I can't hear ya
I don't know why talkin' we ain't equal
N- we been poppin' since Evisu
Don't make get to poppin' at your people
Baby, them n- poppin', don't believe 'em
Baby, them n- followin' the leader
The only thing I follow is a dollar n- preach to 'em
Drop the top if you gotta drop, throw the peace to 'em
See they ain't talkin' bout s- I'm the chosen one
And if a n- play put a hole in one
Put some cake on a n- head on his birthday
Then he dead f- we ain't goin' for none
They say I'm gone change, shid change gotta come
You know I had change when I came, don't front
A lil n- but a n- stayed in front
They be like, "That lil n- stay with a big blunt"
I can't stand no hater
What you know about murder?
Don't speakin' to me n- we don't know ya
Don't speakin' to me n- we don't know ya
I demand my respect
But sorry, I cannot comprehend if it ain't about a check
Kill yourself, die, yeah, Russian Roulette
I'ma make sure you all die, motherf- bet
Bein' great takes time, came a long way
I say I'm fine, I'm on my way
I'm gonna climb all the way
Yeah-yeah, this is success
You're lookin' at I, and I'm the best
How many times should I have to stress?
I wonder why I'm not like the rest (yeah-yeah)
Uh, and she wonder why I cheat
They wonder why I get them for the cheap
Your b- got, "Wonder Why", on repeat
And after we f- she clean the d-, she so neat
Neat freak
We winnin' no cheat sheet
Big s- to you center peas, yeah
Big s- this a A.M.G
Know we havin' drums like KFC
And they know we drop bombs
Know when the cops come, better run
Know it's better said than done
Nah, we ain't never really runnin' out of funds
This a one of one, you ain't havin' this one
Milk the game, teach it to my son
Made man, b- n- I'm a don
Pop a couple bottles, told my n- that we won
Already man, this s- just begone
I said this already, man this s- came from none
Tryna get big like Bun
Tryna be rich like Sean
Me and Killa, the new Pimp C and Bun
Underground King where we from
Draped out and dripped up my s- filled up
A whole lot of lean in my cup
It's a whole lot of lean in my cup, yeah
I do not like that the fact that they hated
They hated the fact that I escaped it
Found me a route and it led me to paper
That made a statement, they wrote some statements
I had to fall back, and I had to paste it
Went on vacation, stashed a few bricks in the basement
Stashed a few bricks in the basement
I had to change my location
Bein' great takes time, came a long way
I say I'm fine, I'm on my way
I'm gonna climb all the way
Yeah-yeah, this is success
You're lookin' at I, and I'm the best
How many times should I have to stress?
I wonder why I'm not like the rest, yeah-yeah
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Writer(s): Joshua Parker, Rayshawn Bennett, Cory Barden
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