Lyrics:
come through
It's Travis and coming next is Muggs
Saying no to you radio personalities who
Wanna waste the time you get nothing, but cursing out at me
must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my
that's the way it goes
Talk talk, talk and talk
Talk talk, sweet talk
Talk talk, tough talk
Talk talk, dirty talk
Talk talk, walk and talk
Talk
Big bag talk JuuHurr (talk that talk)
Bag Talk (Lets Go)
Chorus
Five star hotel, Goyard for the belt.
Young nigga stay flexing, made it up out
saucing them Mai Tai's
Iced out and we so wavy, you would think that it's high tide
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil
my heart is?
But, baby, you're special
No matter the cost I'ma do it regardless
Let's take a jet, we're riding out to Puerto Rico
Later we get
out
An it wasn’t enough
Remember getting rejected by bitches
Now them hoes wanna fuck
Aint nobody keeping it real with me
They only fuckin with me
[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
it cannot be bought
Not by my sweat, not by my blood
Not by anything I've been taught
Shawty loves me, that's on her
I've hit too many with the curve
Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) (yeah, yeah)
I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet
Don't talk
If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet
Don't talk
talk crazy
All games till it’s war time then we don’t play
Remember those days trapping out dougie hallway
Who would’ve thought we would make it to here
Talk talk talk like they paid by the minute
I don't say shit but you know when I'm in it
I move with the sun, they revolve around nothing
They TALK
to talk, trying not to talk yeah
Trying not to talk about it
Trying not to talk, trying not to talk yeah
I'm surrounded by fakes, I get 0 support
Tryna hold
the truth
Belch reality, how does it taste?
Powder your face, you're a bitch, nigga
All pussy, stop coming out your lips, nigga
I tried talk to 'em, but
the truth
Belch reality, how does it taste?
Powder your face, you're a bitch, nigga
All pussy, stop coming out your lips, nigga
I tried talk to 'em, but
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
ya-self respected then focus on the paper
Shout out to the movers and the shakers
Mixed By D on the faders
Rising from the bottom feel the vapors cultural
won't talk to the fair
I'm trying tell that the summertime here
When I walk thru the crowd get a town full of stares
I got a summertime pair
JL it's
baby talk about it
Fighting all those battles all alone
Oh baby turn around
You know that I'm here for you
So baby you can shout it out
Oh baby you can
night for you, baby (yeah)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me, baby (remix)
You's a prissy little missy,
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