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lirik lagu let me talk my shit part 3 – sleazyworld go

[intro]
ooh, sh*t (lucci, how you feel, n*gga?)
ayy, lucci, this sh*t crazy right here
(lucci, how you feel?)
ooh*wee (ayy, ayy)
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
grrt, huh?

[verse 1]
last n*gga played, he laid, we stretched him (stretched his ass)
pull up with them choppers, odell beckham, we gon’ catch him (catch his ass)
blowin’ like a whistle with this pistol, we gon’ ref him (bah, come here)
ayy
pull up with them switches, hop out trippin’ like we on somethin’ (flat)
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout who your n*gga, i’m tryna poke somethin’ (i’m tryna f*ck)
and we got them glitches tucked, you know them b*tches on us
switch gang, we the reason the morgue had to fix him up (switches)
nah, we the reason they grieving and them boys over there sick as f*ck (they sick as f*ck)
they hate sleaze, the reason why ’cause they b*tch wanna f*ck me (nasty)
might let her f*ck me
only want head, so if we f*ck, she lucky (she lucky)
i don’t really be f*ckin’ hoes
sh*t, i’m scared to touch you hoes (nasty b*tch)
huh, i’m scared to touch ’em (facts)
hoes be tryna lay up, so when i’m done, i be havin’ to rush ’em (i gotta go)
and this lil’ b*tch an eater, i’m like watch out, watch out, watch out (watch out, watch out)
don’t bring no opps up in this b*tch, you gon’ see glocks out (they gon’ see glizzies)
[interlude]
man, i been cutting up on this b*tch, man
i don’t even think i wanna keep goin’ on this b*tch (ooh*wee)
ayy, 2 eyes (ayy, man, keep f*ckin’ them boys up)
f*ck that, we finna go back in
come on

[verse 2]
feelin’ like dugg in my city, i’m the youngest turnt (42 dugg)
y’all need to cut that bullsh*t off because them boys burnt out (turn that sh*t off)
come here, freaky b*tch, come put this glock in your mouth (come put this glock in your mouth)
tell your n*gga don’t come to me, i’ma end up sockin’ him out (put his ass to sleep)
yeah, put his ass to bed
face cute, her ass fat, she look like karlie redd (sh*t)
huh, i mean cardi b
what lil’ n*gga goin’ hard as me? (what lil’ n*gga goin’ hard as me?)
n0body
we be with black youngsters like we yo gotti (cmg)
feelin’ like gucci (gucci)
take somethin’ from me and i’ma do his ass like pookie (put him up)
watch your hands, don’t touch sh*t that don’t belong to you (b*tch)
i’ll smoke your ass, then hit the booth and make a song to you (rap about it)

[outro]
i might f*ck around and just hit the booth and make a song about you
you know we be on that bullsh*t
ayy, this that, “let me talk my sh*t part 3”
you know i had to talk my sh*t, grrt

- sleazyworld go

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