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Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · The Psychedelic Furs/Talk Talk Talk/Forever Now/Mirror Moves/Midnight to Midnight (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk [Expanded] (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · No Bad Talk or Loud Talk 1977-'81 (Joe Ely) · Talk Talk (George Maple) · Talk That Talk (Johnny "Hammond" Smith) · Spirit of Talk Talk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Very Best of Talk Talk (Talk Talk) · Natural History: The Very Best of Talk Talk [Bonus DVD] (Talk Talk) – and 90 other albums »


really good as gold 
She can make my grandpa 
Feel like he's six years old

I got 20:20 vision and that's all I need 
Enough to keep my baby here by
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20

It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20

I tell nickel and dimers try
They want G shit, give it to 'em

If you don't know me let me tell you something, shawty
Still got that chopper, make you run for it
Camouflage, dog tags
good as gold. 
She can make my Grandpa, feel like he's six years old. 

I got 20/20 vision, and that's all I need. 
Enough to keep my baby here by
all the time 

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's
shit
Own that shit, go own that shit
Own that shit, own that shit
Own that shit, own that shit
Go own that shit

Niggas talk more than bitches these days
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback

Four by four,
Do as I say not as I do because
The shit's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk
heat

put it up now for the dirty south

southern fried now all up in your mouth

it's that hip hop shit with the southern twist

and you pick em up
Do as I say not as I do because
The shit's so deep you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk
fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
my MO add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Ya
I'm so
I'd die for
This the shit you can't fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
This that shit we really gotta talk about in person
There's some shit I
I'd die for
This the shit you can't fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
This that shit we really gotta talk about in person
There's some shit I
to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey
I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass
And that bust your ass in one gulp
I love to shit talk
You
heart is full of sorry.
I only can tell.
Been gone twenty-four hours, baby.
Seems like a thousand years.
Come back, baby.
Let's talk it over one more
aware I think I outta be
You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make shit way worse then it outta be"
I ain't arguin' on the phone, come talk
a change made aware I think I outta be
You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me
You make shit way worse then it outta be"
I ain't arguin'
Maybach's, don't even talk to me

This is that ignorant shit you like
Nigga fuck shit, ass bitch, trick precise, c'mon
I got that ignorant shit you love
fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, torn down
I'm twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
of sorry, I only can tell
Been gone twenty-four hours, baby
Seems like a thousand years
Come back, baby, let's talk it over one more time

Lord, Lord

My Mama
four

Chorus:
He was fifty four
And she was twenty-five
He was fifty-four
And she was twenty-five     Repeat Chrous through talk:

Talk:

You
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time
Come on, drummer

Uh, huh, oh, damn baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Never mind that, you
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that

Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back