Can I talk my shit? (Yeah)
I let these n#gg#s talk they sh#t all the motherf#ckin’ time
If you think I’ma keep quiet or somethin’ (f#ck that)
If these n#gg#s talk, I can talk my sh#t too, n#gg#
Why not? (Keise on the track)
Ayy, these n#gg#s got the motherf#ckin’ nerve
And think before you cross, stay on the motherf#ckin’ curb, hey
Got the trap, tell them come and get your #ss served, hey
Hang around killers, they’ll kill you, have my word
n#gg# told me get my lick back, flick ’em with a big strap
Buddy actin’ tender ’cause he heard I’m in his b#tch mouth
She ain’t tryna f#ck, she ’bout to get her #ss kicked out
[?], walk around with my dick out
Hey, I’m everywhere they say I ain’t, goin’ where they say I can’t
We don’t see ’em in the street, sh#t, I ain’t see ’em in the bank
Paper over p#ss#, n#gg#s woofin’, yeah, by the way
Give a n#gg# the green light, n#gg# tried to ride away
Steppin’ like [?], lil’ freaky b#tch, Keisha
Hey, f#ck a ball, player’s got her actin’ like a diva
Strapped with the nina, I heard the lil’ b#tch a keeter
She ain’t a squirter or a creamer, swear to God that I’ma leave her
Hey, that n#gg# crazy he don’t think that she a cheater
But she gotta move carefully, if he catch her, he’ll beat her
Got some young n#gg#s knock you out for a feature
[?], swear to God you won’t believe her
Now everybody wanna holler they a demon
‘Til you send ’em to the Devil, come and meet the Grim Reaper
Got her nuttin’ back-to-back, shakin’ like a seizure
Make this baby chopper get to singin’ like Aretha
We ain’t gotta play no hide-and-seek, tell ’em drop the addy
If they touch it, say it wasn’t me, actin’ like I’m jackin’
Call me young gigolo, I’m actin’ like my daddy
You know you fed up with that n#gg#’s sh#t, so why you actin’ happy?
Nah, I ain’t cheap, you just a b#tch I just won’t spend it on
Why these n#gg#s cappin’? They the ones my n#gg#s spinnin’ on
Tryna get snatched, so I bought my b#tch some silicon
We touchin’ all the opps, I can tell you how they feelin’, huh
Freaky b#tch leakin’, come and eat me like some dinner rolls
All about my business, so why the f#ck you in your feelings for?
Why you mad she did you bad? So? You know she been a ho
My Draco comin’ like T-Pain, it got these n#gg#s gettin’ low
My feet hurt for real, they makin’ t-shirts for real
I’m a real stepper, do your research for real
Lil’ baby all on me, yeah, she squirt for real
Turned me down before I blew up, now she hurt for real
That n#gg# talkin’ nonsense, leechin’, on they bum sh#t
Freaky b#tch love suckin’ dick because her tongue thick
Hittin’ it from the back, go on and bounce it on my thumb, b#tch
Keep the p#ss# drippin’, always make a n#gg# c#m quick
Most of these n#gg#s really soft behind these b#tches
Goofy, dumb behind these hoes, pillow-talkin’ to these b#tches
I’m a real player, I ain’t spit-boxin’ ’bout these b#tches
That humble Yella gone, I’m actin’ cocky with these b#tches (n#gg#)
Stupid
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Yella Beezy Lyrics – Talk My Shit