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telly - dj lucas lyrics

[intro: dj lucas]
yo, dj, i’ma be completely honest, bro
i need a rager album (we need some ragers, we need some headbangers, bro)
like, this new r&b sh*t’s not it
i need f*ckin’—
i need that—
let me talk my talk
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
dj (dj)
let me talk my talk, man
it’s dj, dj, dj (man)
there ain’t sh*t that you can tell me, man
that’s why i talk my talk (go, dj)
(ooh, stop playin’ with ’em, dj)

[chorus: dj lucas]
there ain’t sh*t that you can tell me
boy, i came up out the ‘burbs, but, i rep the underbelly (ah)
treat the cumbie’s like a deli (yoom)
when i pull up to your city, smokin’ ‘za outside the tеlly (smoke)
boy, you know i put in work until it overload the skеlly (money)
b*tch, i really talk my talk, i say it right just like i’m nelly
shorty from the high society like grace kelly (clean)
walkin’ ’round the college town just like a person from new delhi (dj)
three*five inside the bleep ’cause there’s a fire in my belly (smoke)
[verse 1: dj lucas]
they know i’m pullin’ up wherever, man, them boys don’t got no motion (yoom)
if the cops ask what i’m doin’, i’m just sellin’ b*tches clothin’ (i’m gettin’ to it)
i’m from the western side of mass’, girl, we ain’t goin’ to the ocean
i treat the backroads just like a rollercoaster of emotion, yeah (yoom)
chemdog 91, i got the best sh*t smokin’ (smoke)
i was tryin’ to play the game, but, i think the sticks are broken (huh?)
b*tch, i really talk my talk, but, some things are still unspoken (dj)
got a new arc’teryx jacket ’cause i feel a storm approachin’, yeah (clean)
they say “dj, is it him?” well, they must be smokin’ hard (dj)
i need my money for the show, plus a whole donation jar (money)
every time my plug pull up he got like twenty mason jars (go)
on the path less traveled, they said i wouldn’t make it far, yeah (huh?)
now i talk my talk you know i gotta take it there (dj)
homie did so many drugs that now he got a vacant stare, yeah (huh?)
last night, got so high that, lord, i had to say a prayer
dear lord, don’t let me die, i gotta talk my talk some more, c’mon (go)

[chorus: dj lucas]
there ain’t sh*t that you can tell me
boy, i came up out the ‘burbs, but, i rep the underbelly (ah)
treat the cumbie’s like a deli (yoom)
when i pull up to your city, smokin’ ‘za outside the telly (smoke)
boy, you know i put in work until it overload the skelly (money)
b*tch, i really talk my talk, i say it right just like i’m nelly
shorty from the high society like grace kelly (clean)
walkin’ ’round the college town just like a person from new delhi (dj)
three*five inside the bleep ’cause there’s a fire in my belly (smoke)
[verse 2: big steff]
it’s a fire in this b*tch, they know i’m the one that started it
in the trap bustin’ ‘bows down, it smellin’ like i farted
we ain’t shootin’ out no cars, get on feet to hit the target
sell a dream to get my profit in, i flew in on the carpet
and i’m like ten floors up, blended [‘rican?] got my head achin’
go ask them [?] n***** on the south, i’m known for head*takin’
hit the road with that “arf,” if we get caught, we goin’ fed, baby
put racks on top of racks, the sh*t that’s goin’ through my head lately
lost it all and got it back, i pop out like i hit a l!ck
i’m with lucas gettin’ groovy, i’m in here pitchin’ out a brick
i put a b*tch right out my car if she can’t swallow and she spit
and what i dropped in my cup, i could’ve bought a pair of rick’s
i’m smashin’ out, i think he narc
bro, don’t put this b*tch in park
and you can’t the sh*t i do ’cause you got b*tch inside your heart
we packed the food in the truck, this b*tch be lookin’ like a cart
knock ’em down and skate the f*ck off, my [?] call me [?]
i can’t f*ck if she ain’t a ten
i don’t pay, i like to spend
i [?] in st. louis, but, i’m in boston gettin’ it in
like, i can’t get this b*tch off me, she keep talkin’, where your friends at?
i got a flight in three hours, you know i’m always in the wind, n****

- dj lucas lyrics

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