| The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker
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| The if you don’t come off ya shit, then click-clack and blaka-blaka
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| The bitch smacker, the cash, the dough
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| The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head
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| Your blood, drip in a mug
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| Poppin’the slugs
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| Me I just don’t give a high fuck
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| 'Bout none of yall, or ball
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| Flip, give him a call
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| On the celly, then it’s on War until your gone
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| Til’you die, decease
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| Fuck it bitch ain’t no peace
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| Ain’t no makin’up
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| Bustin this 9 motherfucker
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| Until it’s breakin’up
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| I told yall bitches that I’m clickin'
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| I’m flippin these twankies
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| Buckin’at? |
| like I’m spankin'
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| Like the way I fucked yo babymama nigga you should thanked me What it is, handle yo biz, I’m all off in yo crib
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| With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!!
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| Repeat 2x
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| -Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh Don’t get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!)
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| Don’t get your eye split (Eye Split!)
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| I hate you scary ass rappers that be talkin’shit
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| You, fuck around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy
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| Three hours later I’m at the club in my vette boy
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| I get respect boy, I’ll break your neck boy
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| They love my style from the east to the west boy
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| I keep a pistol for haters
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| We put them spinners on gators
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| Fuck all the braggin’and boastin'
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| I’ll leave you gaggin’and chokin'
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| You think I’m jokin, I’m not
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| I’ll go to war for my niggaz
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| Unless I die, I’ll testify I’d go to court for my niggaz
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| I’m from the land of the trill
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| Where perpetrators get killed
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| Around my way my nigga
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| That’s how we live
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| Repeat 2x
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| -(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh)
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| (Yeah you talk it but you don’t mean it)
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| You got pussy bitch, and I seen it And I smell it and inhale all the dro’that niggaz a hoe
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| (Don't ask me to hit my weed, don’t ask me to hit my drank)
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| (We the best collaboration nigga fuck what you thank)
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| Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAFUCKA!
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| And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she’s a cheap dick sucka
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| (We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack)
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| (And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don’t like the way yall act
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| And it’s ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I’m knowin’where you are
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| I’m cockin’back my pistol, and I’m bustin’at ya car
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| Repeat 2x
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| (David Banner)
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| Get buck motherfucker, Get buck (Bitch, Yeah!)
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| Get buck motherfucker, Get buck, give a fuck (Bitch, Yeah!)
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| (Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) Bitch
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| (Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talk To Me , by - David Banner. Song from the album MTA2-Baptised in Dirty Water Screwed and Chopped, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп