Talk That Talk lyrics

[Intro: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I'm a mafia n*gga I got white friends
Blacked out smoked out in that white Benz
Still go hard til the night ends
My n*ggas on the blocks like tight ends
You n*ggas ain't street never move along
Can't go to the club, Get followed home
Your n*ggas might change when they under pressure
When the feds come and get em answer every question
Its some n*ggas in yo clique that'll start hatin
When you flying up the charts makin top paper
And these thirsty ass b*tches wanna have your baby
An these f*ck n*ggas wanna try to assassinate ya
G. ass n*gga yeah I bought my crown owner
Doe B the only n*gga that can look down on me
Catch a n*gga while he sleep
Put heater up to his head
Whip him with the pistol then drag him up out the bed
I have to keep in mind this rap game is like the trap
And keep your eyes on them n*ggas actin like they got your back
I know what I'm talkin' bout I'm speakin the truth
It is what it is
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Don't be running up on me talking that sh*t
Don't be round me not smoking no dope
Don't be round me not spending no cash
Dont be
n*gga don't be a hater
Don't think about it now just do it big
Really wanna do it big then jump in my whip
Nothin but real ones in my clique
They be dumpin' them clips, they be all on them trips
They be mobbin for chips, and we all got a zip
Got six joints already rolled
I done broke too many phones
I done f*cked too many hoes
And we all got a zip
Got six joints already rolled
I done broke too many phones
I done f*cked too many hoes
(your b*tch said she wasn't gonna smoke no more)
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
187 maybe hell maybe heaven
Blowed off sawed off dirty mac 11
Bust one unforgiven fast life I be livin'
Young n*gga pay attention know its life in prision
Masked up flagged up
n*gga had his back turned, chopper shot his back up
Get his ass clapped up
Strippers famous
Always got smoke comin' out the chamber
Lames be in the wrong place at the wrong time
Talkin' about bad about me young n*ggas fine
Say you gonna rob me young n*gga heard him
Got love for pat, young n*gga served him
Used to cop from a old head so he curbed him
Got flat turned rat he murked him
These n*ggas play games like a killer
Weak ass n*gga be b*tch ass n*gga
Real n*gga like pat get money
Say to hell with these b*tches f*ck honey
I'mma get bread I'mma stack change
n*gga get wrong I'mma blow his brain
Straight to kingdom come my n*gga
Round here we ride foreign my n*gga
Round here bodies be storin' my n*gga
[Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul]
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me
So come and get some 187 invitation
You just talk a lot of sh*t but sh*t don't impress me