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lirik lagu talk my shit – ygtut

[verse 1 : tut]
uh, n-gga, n-gga
i light a blunt as soon as this come on in the web
it’s the same n-gga, grew up right around the block from camp
balla block and foul play’ll get your -ss ejected
fake -ss n-ggas, fake -sses who gave ya’ll injections
give a d-mn about your perspective, real g’s perspective
freaky b-tch want me to put it in her r-ct-m
they takin shots at the board but they indirect ’em
i make a p-ss at yo b-tch, you can’t intercept ’em
p-ss complete i don’t compete with no n-ggas
this that [?], this that f-ckin’ packs sell some to yo’ lil’ one
i remember when i was as lil’ one [?]
i was being focused, now we at the do’ bout to kick it open
home invasion, takin’ what we want we don’t ask for nothin’
take your -ss throw you in the trunk, with the speakers bumpin’
now we here, as we live and learn, as the reefer burns we gon’ run this sh-t until the lord returns, uh

[pre-chorus: tut]
and i’m gon’ keep talkin my sh-t until the lord returns, uh
yeah, i’m gon’ keep talkin my sh-t until the lord returns

[chorus: tut]
let me talk my sh-t (whaaaaat) let me talk my sh-t
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t sh-t but some mark -ss tricks (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
if it don’t make dollas (whaaat) then it don’t make cents
you n-ggas must be broke cause ya’ll ain’t got no sense (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) x2

[verse 2: tut]
you n-ggas must be broke cause ya’ll ain’t got no sense
i’m hangin’ with the white boys and they ain’t got no lynch
when the car got curtains you don’t need no tint
i’m running game on these hoes like i ain’t got no b-tch (like i ain’t got no b-tch)

[refrain: tut]
let me talk me sh-t, let me talk my sh-t
bet you hear me loud and clear like i ain’t got no lisp
bet you tell ’em everything if yo’ -ss get pinched (if yo’ -ss get pinched)
man these n-ggas straight p-ssies, they ain’t got no d-ck

[verse 3: tut]
i got dreams muhf-cka, sh-t it’s all or nothin’
in case my grandmama hear me then i’m sorry for cussin’
12th grade, 11th grade mixed the sprite with the ‘tussin
smoked so d-mn much gotta put weed in the budget
middle fingas to the coppers ain’t no way they gon’ stop us
modern day slaves put us all in chains if they lock us (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
i say f-ck ya’ll with some emphasis
take your pistols out your holsters and aim at your chest
shoot yourself like its insulin

[outro: tut]
h-ll yeah n-gga, we ain’t f-ckin’ backin down for n0body
you understand, you should shut up when grown people talkin’ (shut the f-ck up n-gga)
shut the f-ck up lil’ -ss boy, you a lil’ -ss boy
n-gga, it’s our house we ain’t scared of sh-t n-gga

- ygtut

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