Talk Yo Ass Off lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off
Now-now w-now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
Talk ya ass off
Now-now w-now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
And now, the Skinny n*gga

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
n*ggas claim they robbin', mothaf*cka, where yo evidence?
I can't even tell you comin' clean, takin' petty sh*t
Stickin' up McDonalds, what the f*ck you get, some burgers?
Busta ass n*gga never shot or f*ckin' murdered
I'm kickin' in the door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for ki's
Then I might kidnap the trick if I think he got some more G's
Put him in the backseat, barrel pointed to his face
I'm knowin' this n*gga snitchin', so I increase the f*ckin' murder rate
Then I hit the bong to make indo chicken chokin', thinkin' of a plot
Then I grip the bloody body to a mothaf*ckin' muddy spot
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f*ck 'em
I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em
Start by bumpin' Willie, really doe, ho, we leave 'em funky
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
On you tricks, 187 so legit, f*ckin' hit
Monkey ass n*ggas on bananas, like to slip a lot
Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash spot
Trick
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off
Now-now-now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
Talk ya ass off
Now-watch-now-now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Yo what's up now partner? *gun shots*
And now, the Killa Man

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Keep runnin' yo mouth, n*gga, let's see what'll happen
Don't talk sh*t while you be rappin'
Just prove it with the scrappin'
And if you wonderin' how the Killa Man kill a man
Come in his face and watch that 4-5 Glock
Blow yo ass to outer space
b*tch, I don't f*ck around, but n*gga, you don't hear me though
I clown like Bozo with a chrome .44
44 n*ggas in my crew, say they will kill you slow
Another 85 say they get rid of yo ass fast with slugs
So I set yo ass up for a mean ass murder stroll
Send a freak to f*ck you with a bomb in her pus*y hole
It's so easy for the Triple 6 to take you out
You think you know what we about
But you don't know what we about
And to all ya n*ggas that thinkin' that we smokin'
J'izz'unts together, we gotta be cool
I'll stick ya like the real Devil that I am
And stab you in yo back, f'izz'ool
So smooth, huntin' down a female cannibal king
Demons in my soul, exorcist my thoughts
Murder in my dreams (dreams)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off
Now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off
Now-now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity

[Bridge]
Pulls out a gun and
Pulls out a gun and
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
Shoots down all the fiends

[Outro: A-Wax, O-Dog, Caine, Waitress, (Lloyd)]
Y'all n*ggas hurry up
Go in there and buck them n*ggas and get the f*ck out
And don't be playin'
Dog, Caine, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Kill them n*ggas and get the f*ck back, so we can start ballin'
I'ma be chillin' right here
Ay, n*gga, I wanna know is you ready to do this sh*t?
Is you ready to do this sh*t or what, mothaf*cka?
Man, don't be actin like no pus*y
When we get the f*ck out there
That's why y'all need to be in the goddamn house
You know you gotta curfew
(Why don't you make us or get us a mothaf*ckin' burger or something, stupid ass b*tch!)
f*ck you, n*gga, it's time for both of y'all to go, okay?
Go home to ya mammies, okay?
Yeah, n*gga, break fool *gunshots*
b*tch, shut the f*ck up before we blast yo ass, too
Shut the f*ck up
Ay, homie, you need some help? *gunshots*
Punk ass n*gga, come on, n*ggas
I thought killin' those fools would make me feel good
But it really didn't make me feel anything
I just knew that I could kill somebody
And if I had to, I could do it again
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