TALK sh*t lyrics

by

Lil Darkie


[Intro]
(Th-th-this is a certified hood classic)
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Ayy, ayy
(Yuh)

[Verse 1]
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t
Talk sh*t, I'm assuming that they do, yeah
’Cause we thumping on they music and they crew, yeah
Got the choppa on my arm I let it poo, yeah
She a talker when I c*ck her then she move yeah
pus*y n*ggas chattin' rat-a-tattin', none of late
Double barrel with the split trigger hit yo’ face (fff)
Rip your sh*t apart I go retarded with the blade (Uh)
Speaking like a kid I might go rid you of your name
Do do, do do, do do
I'll shoot you, do do, talking, poo poo, vile, choo choo, do do
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, talk sh*t, to me
I might pull up with the donkey let it kick to me
I'ma honkey in a tractor with a di*k Uzi
Got along keep to your house call it a big zuky
[Chorus]
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t (you wanna see me do it again?), talk sh*t, yuh
Talk sh*t talk sh*t talk sh*t (I'm gonna do it again) yuh, talk sh*t talk sh-(one more time, just one)talk sh*t
Yuh (Just one more time), talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh (Ay), talk sh*t (Ay), talk sh*t
TALK sh*t, TALK sh*t, TALK sh*t

[Verse 2]
Pistol whippin', quarter grippin', border hoppin', cop dodgin', drop tops f*cka oppa
Out the garage Taj Mahal kill ’em all wolf gang like ripped a kidney
Now we flippin’ takin' trips and hittin’ licks sips that might kill your kidneys
f*ck Obama, f*ck Osama attitude rat a dude like who you n*ggas is
f*ck your racks and f*ck your diamonds, I'll be mining silver lining, staring businesses
Grip the .9 like all the time, it slip your mind you slip in fat, see you later
I'm the one the fallen son and I have come from outer space to leave a crater
Fallen son like I'm the night, you wanna fight? I bring the right to you left
Hit ya chest, you don’t impress, you not the best, waste of breath are you deaf?
Why you capping? Tried snitching clout-sucking, no f*cks and no talent
Hi, I'm rapping, sound like crap, think I slap b*tch something out of balance
b*tch, something out of balance, b*tch, are you out your mind?
Why you barking at me when you know I'm gassing?
Got a .9 and sh*t in brass, got attention on the acid
c*ckin' in a flask, you know that diamond on the ass cheek
I'ma roll a half a type in front and never pass you
If you want some rhymes and not my family I'm taxing you
I'ma hit yo' spine and tell your mind to start relaxing you
[Bridge]
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh
(Wow, that was kinda good, uh, I know I only said I was gonna do it one more time, I really wanna do it one more time, just one more time, this is actually the last time)
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2!
1!

[Verse 3]
Talking sh*t, talking sh*t
Talking sh*t, talking sh*t
Uh
I'ma channel energy to bury my enemies
I'll be sending these readly
Anything that's ahead of me
I be livin' like I was a paradox
Pair of socks, each one of em got a pair of rock
Lively, Spit like a pair of Glocks
I'ma send shots now he look like a pair of crocks
Humena humena, on the fungus 'n want in a
Get a bag and I run up into the sun and I'm comin'
I'ma sun of a gun, I wanna be like my papa
I'm bringing heat like a choppa
I'm cookin' bacon like coppers
I'm really shaking that copper
I'm talkin' sh*t with the yopper now
Why you lyin' on me?
Thinkin' it get you a lot of clout
I don't take kindly to n*ggas without a brain
Get out my lane slime you a n*gga without a route
Find me a n*gga who got nothin' to front about
I got a trigger who ain't jammin' or runnin' out
Cry me n*gga wit a hammer like dedede
I still lick CD romers and DVDs
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh (Talk that sh*t do)
Talk sh*t (Flip that brick foo), talk sh*t (Smoke that zip too)
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t, yuh
Talk sh*t, talk sh*t talk sh*t, yuh
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