Talk That sh*t lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro: Trippie Redd & Musiq Soulchild]
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
(Baby, don’t you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?)
Huh, oh, you funny-funny, huh (Beautiful, beautiful)
I ain’t really trippin', y'all n*ggas know what time I'm on, man
(Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?)
Big 14, n*gga, I ain't worried 'bout sh*t, I’m lit (Oh, ah)
(Baby, don’t you, baby, don't you know you’re so beautiful?)
1400/800 gang, none of y'all f*ckers not gettin' no money (Beautiful, beautiful)
(Baby, don't you know you’re so beautiful-ul?)
We ain't too worried 'bout sh*t, huh (Oh, ah), ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm tryna stack my money to infinity
You cannot limit me, or, b*tch, you turn into the enemy
You know the remedy, kill anyone in this facility
Known as this industry, we not industry, boy, we in the streets
And all this bullsh*t that they talkin' really killin' me
Don't feel the energy, you know our motherf*ckin' history
Royale, no victory, man, are you motherf*ckin' kiddin' me?
He ain't no kin to me, that ain't my brother, he ain't sh*t to me
Sippin' on this drank, I gotta get a little kick in me
Your b*tch on my line right now, she said, "Come put this di*k in me"
And if I see you n*ggas in traffic, I get to flicking, B
Assassinate your ass, lil' n*gga, like John F. Kennedy
[Segue: Trippie Redd, Nel-Denarro & Musiq Soulchild]
(Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?)
Huh, damn
And that's why you lil' n*ggas can't f*ck with me, you know what I'm sayin'? (Can't f*ck with me, beautiful, beautiful)
Real smoke, I'm a motherf*ckin' tiger, pus*y n*gga, you smokin' Hangabee (Smokin' Hangabee!)
(Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?)
Man, you ain't talkin' sh*t to me man, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh, ah)
(Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?)
You n*ggas gettin' four swishers out your twenty-five cap (Beautiful, beautiful)
We smokin' two pounds at once, you feel me?
(Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?)
n*ggas smoke three pounds in five days, last week, n*gga
f*ck you talkin' bout? (Oh, ah)

[Verse 2: Nel-Denarro]
Denarro, you better handle your business
sh*t, I done knocked strips out of animal clinics
n*gga, it ain't 'bout sh*t unless they handin' us digits
We don't do no hand-in-hands with these scandalous n*ggas
Because the word around town is we cannabis dealers
I got n*ggas runnin' from me 'cause they ain't ran the percentage
I'ma push the gorilla cookies, smoked an animal Skittles
I got dosey-dose in my wood and my Phantom is tinted
Boy, I'll pop up on you like a mannequin fitted
Spent a couple thousand dollars on apparel, you feel me?
But it ain't nothin', I'm a king, I'm a pharaoh, you feel me?
I really gotta keep that barrel in case terrorists near me, uh
You kiddin' me? You know Trippie, he really kin to me
So we gon' blow your head off if n*ggas start actin' finicky (I swear to God)
The brodie-Ds, yeah, they-they'll up the AK
Wipe your face off, this 800, ain't no play-play (n*gga)
[Outro: Musiq Soulchild]
Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?
Oh, ah
Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?
Oh, ah
Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?
Oh, ah
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