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lirik lagu talking shit – ftos twan

[verse 1]
if i’m up and you down, we gettin’ pape’ together
bring the wrong k out the crib, we finna change the weather
i’m finna chase this n*gga down like a german shepherd
lil’ b*tch, i don’t f*ck with you, you got bummy handle
n*gga say it’s up, then it’s up, i ain’t givin’ out passes
told him don’t shoot, but he shot, man, he trigger*happy
n*gga said he got that bag in, but he ain’t got that package
’cause them n*ggas ain’t doin’ what they say, them n*ggas just be rappin’

[verse 2]
i can put my foot on the ‘bow, i compressed it
and i need sixty*five an eighth, this the best sh*t
hit they block with this k, i guarantee i stretch sh*t
n*ggas act tough, they don’t know they got a deathwish
n*ggas want beef ’til you burn, now he tellin’
b*tches act tough ’til you f*ck ’em, now they yellin’
thirty in the glock, that b*tch sittin’ on my pelvis
bro cook the dope, grab the fork, he need extras
wrapped that sh*t so many times, you can’t smell it
the plug f*ck with me, when i call him, he gon’ mail it
hitting the stand, writing statements, all that sh*t tellin’
i k!ll ’em with fashion, caught a body in margielas
thirty*two for four*forty*eight, but i’ma mail it
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i need a hundred a line for this drank or i’m not sellin’ it
i don’t even buy drank from n*ggas, it’s probably tampered with
i just smelled some act’ in my dream, it was heaven*sent
woke up and told my b*tch to go and get some medicine
if ain’t codeine on the script, then it’s irrelevant
i got love out in cali, they just sent me clothes
i got a plug on the yay, but i ain’t sellin’ dope
and i got a plug on the drank, but you would never know
if i get a pint of hi*tech, i only sell a four
unc’ don’t smoke crack cocaine, but he be sniffin’ coke

[verse 4]
big boy ten mil’ hold twelve, this b*tch’ll sink a boat
put my young dog on your ass, somethin’ gettin’ smoked
they said the feds lookin’ for me, what the f*ck they want?
i’m in a scat everywhere like no the f*ck they don’t
made a hundred thousand off weed like, n*gga, f*ck that dope
everything i say now, i gotta talk in code
gotta watch what i say, ’cause feds tappin’ phones
n*ggas catchin’ fed cases ’cause they movin’ wrong
next package that i’m gettin’ gon’ be stupid strong
off*white everything, you sick i came vlone
’bout to hit the road with your b*tch, i had to send her home
switch the gurbs over from the iphone to the flip phone
just got a bag in, n*gga, but that b*tch gone

- ftos twan

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