Talk My sh*t lyrics

by

Styles P


[Verse 1]
b*tches on chemicals
Moving bodies, sensual, sexual
Cynical, octopus*y killer tentacles
Drown many of clown n*gga
b*tches'll do it to ya every time
Ashes and ink every line
You'll swear I live the pimp life more than a couple times
The way I get in they minds without ever spending mines
Take a boss out to eat weak b*tch, I want surf and turf steak
Big shrimps, hundred percent shore
If I'm in the building, your ho's trailing my scent yo
You know

[Hook]
Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my sh*t
Let me park my whip so I can get out and talk my sh*t
(Life) Life (Life)
(Roll something)

[Verse 2]
Audio dope
Overdose, you'll go out like Scatter man
Watch classics, learn from the masters
Extract data man
I got the pounds and the million dollar plans
Grant steering wheel in my hand
Mama next to me rubberbanding up them grands
Finna to hit the car lot, cop two champagne sedans
b*tches drunk wanting to f*ck, I'm sitting on the trunk rolling one up
Come on - we can ride
Burn trees down, switch cars on the east side
Vercetti Andretti, Corleone family
Watches heavy, strong arms
Snatch the world, carry it home
Me and my girls break a piece off, stuff it in a bong
Hit the couch, turn the game on
Yea, homes

[Hook]
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