Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Talk To Me, artist - B.G.. Album song Life After Cash Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: KOCH Entertainment
Song language: English
Don't Talk To Me |
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me Ain’t nobody wanna holla |
I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart |
Now everybody wanna holla |
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 to me, Don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, When you see me in the streets |
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don |
't wanna holla |
You know how it is when you ballin, everybody wanna holla |
But the day you fall off, you lose most of your partners |
Niggas be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya Used to sweat you hard, now they ain’t wanna fuck ya You screening all your calls, don’t wanna answer the phone |
You ain’t working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone |
You ain’t working with nothing, they sayin they ain’t home |
You sayin to yourself, Boy that hoe wrong |
I’ma get chu, Wait til I get my shit straight I’mma fix you |
I got a K beg for ya, I done bounced back, I'm here to clear my name up And while I'm doin that, I'm bout to fuck the game up A year ago, I was fucking my bangs up Now |
I'm on the grind just getting my change up The tables done turned, Now everybody wanna talk |
If you ain’t keep it real, I don’t wanna talk |
When I was on my ass, Niggas was acting funny |
Niggas would shoot you and look what the dope done him |
Niggas done me bad, I couldn’t get nothing |
Now they see me shining and holla What Up Cousin? |
Ain’t nothing, better get the fuck on 'fore I sneak ya Only real niggas can holla at me for a feature |
Bitch niggas, I ain’t fucking with y’all kind |
So don’t attempt to holla and waste my time (Nope) |
I don’t want cha number (Nope), I don’t wanna be your friend (Nope) |
I don’t want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine Men (Yep) |
I don’t want no crap, Don’t you grin in my face |
Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face |
I’m back now, Chopper City’s on the move |
And I feel like Ludacris, Bitch you better move |
Get out the way, While I’m walking through |
If you ain’t real, I dont wanna talk to you |
(Talking) |
Ooh they got these niggas |
Be getting busted with like five, ten bricks |
Go to the feds looking at life |
Be home in about 3 years |
You know something ain’t right with that |
Don’t talk to me, Don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, Ya done got an early release |
Don’t talk to me, Don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, Lookin at life and done three |
Don’t talk to me, Don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, I know you work for the police |
Don’t talk to me, Don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, I don’t wanna holla |
Man I ain’t lying, the game done got flakey |
You don’t know who is who, the game done got shady |
Niggas play hard, get popped and start faking |
Get off the deal of rap, They hop up and take it Look up next week, Ya shops getting raided |
Scared to go to the pen, they know they can’t make it Calling me collect, I’m hanging up in they face |
Trying to talk in codes, I know the carbon trace |
I ain’t the one to play, I know you can’t be trusted (No) |
Everybody know you got half the city busted (Yeah) |
Boy you down bad, you playing the game raw |
I thought you was a G, you ain’t as real as I thought (Ooh) |
You went against the code, You disrespected game |
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain |
Boy that’s sour, Geezy can’t holla |
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire (Uh Huh) |