| Back around me
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| Money good, now she back around me
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| Mmm
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| From the X, you’ll get whacked about me
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| Trust me, I don’t need no love, I need racks around me
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| If you gon' talk about me, baby, talk facts about me
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| This time, it’s different, I promise (Yeah)
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| I make enough to put my whole projects into college (Let's go)
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| I probably threw a hundred thousand on every bitch in Starlets (What else?)
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| If you really the guyza, then you gon' play it quiet
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| Those guys catch bodies and don’t talk about it, yeah
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| I’m not Illuminati
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| But I know my niggas got my back, so I got an eye behind me
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| The car I’m in is about an M, but it ain’t no Maserati
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| Look, girl, I know I ain’t shit, but don’t go talk about me
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| Yeah, mmm, I’m icy like I’m playin' hockey
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| But we could put the sticks down and this shit could turn to boxin'
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| Nowadays, I gotta do features with the tool beside me
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| I walk away until I’m copy if they movin' wocky (Yeah)
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| On God, nigga, that’s word to mommy
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| If you ask me about a body, I never heard about it
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| Murder, murder, murder, don’t be sad about it
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| Nigga, if you feel some type of way, then go catch a body
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| My diamonds purple, yellow, and green like a bag of Takis
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| Them niggas catch you lackin', boy, that’s your ass about it
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| Somebody died, niggas cried, the other side laughing 'bout it
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| And the feds watchin' everything, while niggas braggin' 'bout it
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| I’m from the X, you’ll get whacked about me
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| Trust me, I don’t need no love, I need racks around me
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| If you gon' talk about me, baby, talk facts about me
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| Shake that ass around me
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| They can hate, but they won’t slide, 'cause I’m the wrong nigga
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| If you fuck with my opps, I can’t do no song with you
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| I swear it’s too much on my mind to get along with you
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| I’m just a heartbreak kid like I’m Shawn
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| I took the Patek off my wrist and it gave me welts
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| I popped a Perc' and it was the last thing that I felt (Yeah, yeah)
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| I promise not to love you more than I love myself this time
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| I looked out for you more than I looked out for myself
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| If you a backstabber, I’ma get you stabbed back
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| Runnin' your mouth around the town, that’ll get you whacked, facts
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| And if you dumpin', I’m still here, nigga, okay, bet (Okay, bet)
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| I’ma do whatever it takes just to get you back
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| I don’t need no stashbox in my whip, no, I can’t do that
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| 'Cause I just feel like it’s more safe with it on my lap, yeah
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| My nigga, please don’t make me do this by myself
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| I swear to God, if you got my back, I’ma have your back, yeah
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| Voila
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| I ain’t lyin', girl, I treated you like Nala
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| Anytime you asked me to jump, I said, «How high?»
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| And every time we go up, we do it like Zion (Zion)
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| I used to be a savage, bad bitch, left her starvin'
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| Seen my best friend mama cry, I’m so sorry
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| Niggas starvin', knowin' they can never stop me
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| Up in Startlets, hundred K to every bartender, I was wildin'
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| Niggas wanna get me out of here, so I gotta be violent
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| Why the fuck you wanna spark me? |
| I’m just vibin'
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| Tryna get these demons off me, yeah
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| Eliantte chain cover up my fuckin' heartbeat |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk About It, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Album song Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп