Talk to Me Lyrics – Feder

Talk to Me Lyrics by Feder

All these b#tches wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
Okay
I’m in UK, overseas

They drive on the right side of street
I can’t find nothin’ to eat (Let’s go)
I just did a show, met a freak
Said she wanna f#ck, but I’m tired, I’m goin’ to sleep

She wanna f#ck, make her pay for it (Ha)
Gotta have patience, b#tch wait for it (Wait)
I get in that p#ss# and kill it (Mm)
I kick and I push like a skateboard (Yerr)

I was just broke
Focused on stickin’ my dick in your ho (Yeah)
Got a taste for her (Yeah, yeah)
I just had a meeting

I had to stop and roll me up some weed
I was late for it
I’m tryna do better with time (Okay)
When she f#ck me, she tell me it’s mine (No thanks)

Girl, you gotta do better, you lyin’ (b#tch)
Ballin’ hard overseas like LeBron
All these b#tches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me

She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin’ on your block, oh woah
All these b#tches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me

She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin’ on your block, oh woah
Let’s go
I’m in UK like a don (Don)

I go to Paris
When I go shoppin’, I see it, I want it, it’s mine (Ooh)
VVS clarity
I put some rocks on my wrist so a n#gg# could shine (Ooh)

My lil’ b#tch out in London a dime (Ooh)
She be f#ckin’ me good, I ain’t lyin’ (Ooh)
I be killin’ the back from behind (Ooh, ooh)
I took a train to Brussel (Brussel)

I’m overseas, my mind in a trap
I’m tryna get Ps through customs (Customs)
Put your head in my lap
Give me some brain, I got a thang for suckers (Woo)

My lil’ b#tch out in France like no other (Woo)
She got tiddies and #ss like a mother (Woo)
Can’t lay up, gotta fly out to Russia (Woo)
All these b#tches wanna talk to me

And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin’ on your block, oh woah
All these b#tches wanna talk to me

And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin’ on your block, oh woah
Okay

You know a n#gg# got a passport
b#tch, I’m gone now (Yerr)
I’m always on the road livin’ out a suitcase, a n#gg# never home now
I was f#cked up, tryna take a n#gg# off, ironic that I’m on now

And the same n#gg#’s hatin’ baby mama and they kid listen to my songs now
Talk to me
Talk to me
Oh woah, oh woah

Oh woah, oh woah
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Feder Lyrics – Talk to Me

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Talk to Me