| I like the way this feel
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| Bitch for real
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| Bitch I’m talkin' bout you
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| You know that bitch a ho
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| Tap her on the shoulder
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| Let her know, know what I mean
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| Keep it real with a bitch, know what I mean?
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| I always knew you was a greazy bitch
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| Tried to warn my homie but he didn’t believe me bitch
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| Its a shame how you had dude trickin his chips
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| Less than a week later you was on my dick
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| Got his nose wide open, not to mention his wallet
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| Every chance he got he was comin out of pocket
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| You trippin my nigga, how you gon let this bitch hustle you
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| Wonder why this grown-ass man was so gullible
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| So stupid, she fuck with any nigga on the team
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| Bitch got a thing for diamond rings and ding-a-lings
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| On the floor, shopping sprees and fur coats
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| You pumped her head up now she think she the most
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| I just beat the pussy up and get ghost
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| And I never spend a penny, bitches supply me with hydro and Henny
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| I’m just speakin on the thangs you do
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| Don’t look around like you ain’t got no clue
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout you (you you you)
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| And all the thangs you do
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| Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
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| Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain’t my boo
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| Don’t look around like you ain’t got no clue
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout you (you you you)
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| And all the rats that you roll with
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| Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
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| And if I wanted I could fuck them too
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| Don’t look around like you ain’t got no clue
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout you
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| So can you taste it ho it ain’t no game
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| You gon make a nigga say yo name
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| Bitch I’m talkin to you
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| So can you taste it ho it ain’t no game
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| You gon make a nigga say yo name
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout
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| Keisha, Leisha, April and Alicia
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| Nothing but them dog-ass hoes and straight skeezers
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| Type of bitch to come to your spot and smoke up your reefer
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| Then wanna give you brain, bitch drop some change
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| On this mothafuckin doity you puffin on
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| Put up on my reefer sack or leave it the fuck alone
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| You hoes want Patron shots and Grey Goose
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| Thinking a nigga gon supply your liquor just cuz you cute
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| Well goddamn, I am, appalled at y’all frauds
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| I ain’t in it for the drawers, you all on my balls
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| Don’t answer y’all calls
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| And you wonder why you can’t get through
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| Don’t look around like you ain’t got no clue
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout you (you you you)
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| And all the thangs you do
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| Down to bust down every nigga in my crew
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| Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain’t my boo
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| Don’t look around like you ain’t got no clue
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout you (you you you)
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| And all the rats that you roll with
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| Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit
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| And if I wanted I could fuck them too
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| Don’t look around like you ain’t got no clue
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| Bitch I’m talkin bout you
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| You bitch nigga, you trick niggas
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| She playing with your dick and you payin her rent nigga
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| I specialize in this pimpin and breakin these hoes
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| Charge it all to a bitch, nigga thats how it goes
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| But who knows, I might bump into two hoes thats bout that action
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| Met em in the lobby, I’m probably gon be smashin
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| If I can get em to the suite, I’d rather hit the streets
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| So pat your feet to the street bitch, mash for rations
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| I was in the cranberry Chevy with Rosemary
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| Nymphomaniac from Gary who strip at the Black Cherry
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| But her momma think she work as a medical secretary
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| In the day but in the evenin she doin whats necessary
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| Just to stay up in them Gucci boots, suck a dick in the coupe
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| They say I’m hard on these heifers I just tell the truth
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| Cuz I’m just speaking on the thangs they do
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| Outro:
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| And you, and you, and you, and you
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| I see you girl (bitch)
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| I see you girl (haha)
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| I’m off them ragged-ass hoes man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talkin' 'Bout You , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп