Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' Bout Nothing, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talkin' Bout Nothing |
| Ever since I was a youngin' up in my grandmomma’s house |
| Watchin «The Mack», reciting it back, like, «Boy what you talkin' 'bout» |
| Droppin' a switch, hittin' a lick |
| Trynna get rich off in this bitch |
| Droppin' my top, I’m poppin my trunk |
| I’m whippin' my wheel like I’m whippin' my grits |
| These niggas ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real |
| These niggas is frauds |
| Most these haters been cuffing, crushing, loving all on they broads |
| So I pull up car, slam a do', break a ho down |
| Run her throat 'til it’s sore, pass that ho 'round |
| I say hold up, damn KRIT that’s fucked up, I know it |
| They say hold up, damn, KRIT let’s pour up, I four it |
| I’m feeling good, feeling great, how are you? |
| So much bass when I pop my tape |
| Can’t feel my face, can you feel yours too? |
| I got this here, I got this here |
| Might have to chop that up |
| Her pussy wet, she swab the dick |
| Might have to mop that up |
| She say what’s happenin'?, I’m trynna fuck |
| Might have to prop that up |
| Bop that up, cock that up |
| Don’t act all shocked, bitch, slop that up |
| I need that |
| I want that |
| I’m 'bout that |
| What’s happenin? |
| I seen that |
| I bought that |
| I own that |
| I’m snappin' |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| That I can’t do, that you done done that I ain’t did |
| Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho, ain’t into that |
| Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho, I give her back |
| Cut her slack, let her go, cause she was in the VI |
| Ain’t like I be askin' for attention when I be out |
| So much tint that I can’t see y’all, stressin' busses with they feet out |
| If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin', well, you should keep out |
| Shoot the kind of bill, when they buss it gotta be by |
| She ain’t gotta beg, if she lookin' I can see |
| Right on they V I drop yo tea top, haters tend to leave out |
| The bottles servin', poppin', shawty look at all that we got |
| Look at all that we on, tell them bloggers be gone |
| Fuck wutchu been talkin bout, they couch I put my feet on |
| Ain’t no blood for these haters, ain’t no love for these fakes |
| I was born in the country, I ain’t trippin on a snake |
| I been fishing for some bitches, all I ever had was bait |
| If you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my bass |
| I need that |
| I want that |
| I’m 'bout that |
| What’s happenin? |
| I seen that |
| I bought that |
| I own that |
| I’m snappin' |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| Not a thing, not a-not a thing ho |
| Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing |
| That I can’t do, that you done done that I ain’t did |