| Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| Yeah, everybody wanna run they mouth
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| Tellin' hella stories 'bout the day they did
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| Pull up on 'em
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| I show opponents how to son a nigga like I raise a kid
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| Only speak about it if I be about it
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| We can see about it, make it quick
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| When it come to spittin', who the fuck you kiddin'?
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| Y’all ain’t never did it like I did
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| Internet, it made me rich
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| I’m gettin' rich and takin' pictures with some women
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| Admitted, this life is different, you don’t get it
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| Every sentence killin', make a couple million and quit it
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| Got niggas into me, tryna get it
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| The life of Futuristic, I can give it to 'em
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| Put a rapper on the team, take 'em on tour
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| Now he really into somethin'
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| I been 'round the globe a couple times
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| I ain’t have to sign but it’s still an option
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| Got a lotta gwala, made a lotta dollars
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| Own a lot of land, Davy Crockett
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| Got your girlie on the tour bus
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| She don’t watch Barney but she baby-boppin'
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| Hit it, then I get up on the road
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| I’ma do my dance like it’s Sadie Hawkins
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| Boy, I got the sauce (that's true)
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| Bitch, I’m living proof (hey)
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| Tight tennis shoes (you trippin')
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| I ain’t in the mood, nah
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| Y’all ain’t really 'bout this life
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| Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne
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| Young nigga got the best rhymes
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| Don’t run your mouth unless right
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| Spit it like the cinnamon challenge
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| I was a kid with a talent
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| I’m like the bigger the balance when I go off and
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| Fire like a cigarette lighter, gotta give the gettin' inside her
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| Want me to get up inside her then I gotta bounce
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| Got six businesses, two houses
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| Mormon life, a few spouses
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| A cool account still gettin' bigger
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| Ain’t a damn thing you can do about it, I’m gone
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| Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
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| Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
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| Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
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| Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| Fuckin' about it, the big and the bound of what
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| They don’t be happy with any nigga down on the gut
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| They be the pupil that talk up a lot of bs
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| And they really countin' me less
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| I can never shout it enough
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| Frickin' incredible hits, R-B
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| Rippin' a level, the kids hard me
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| Givin' the nation a big dark spree
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| When I make the music biz marquee
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| Innovator, I am not a criminal
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| This why they women wanna shot at genitals
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| I’m maximum, they sayin' I’m the minimal
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| We’re talkin' cheaper than a Dollar General
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| Haters hearin' me spit it, shit it
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| Goin' ahead and admit it, quit it
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| Stay stalkin', they talkin'
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| Tellin' the people that I’m with, with
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| Fat stacks, we ballin'
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| That stacks be callin'
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| Rap after me, that’s actually wack, that’s why he stallin'
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| Rule is 'round to get hurt, ain’t it?
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| Dudes around us since birth, tenant
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| True the lies’ll get worse
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| Alarmin' then merk around for this shirt, painted
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| They don’t know that when the planet drop
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| I’m 'bout to take the rap into a colder degree
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| Everything I ever wanted from the record business
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| They gon' hand it over to me
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| They gonna really see the soul of a G
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| Ridin' rowdy with the flow of the sea
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| Everybody want the musical virus
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| I give it to 'em like Ebola disease
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| I’m on a mission to get fish
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| Shoppin' up enough and I rip it to get swish
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| Anybody wanna become a gynecologist
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| They droppin', ain’t if I actin' a big bitch
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| Try to rap me, I’d a pappy, why you 'ttackin'
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| 'Cause you never knew a demon inside a black kid
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| And never ninja fuckin' with a flier record
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| Deep in America, anyone would die to trap me
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| Tech-a, Nin-a, Futur-istic, we all goin' more crazy!
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| Takin' everybody’s money, even takin' your lady!
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| Makin' movies with her like I’m motherfuckin' Scorsese!
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| This is dedicated to my homie up in Florida |
| Rest in peace WarBaby, let’s go!
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| Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| All you do is talk, talk, talk
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| You ain’t really 'bout that life
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| Fuck up out my way, yeah
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| I don’t play it safe, yeah
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| When you from the bottom, you hit harder like a bass
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| They don’t wanna see me on top though
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| Magic on me like Lonzo
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| I’ma level up, it’s so exciting
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| They don’t understand me like I’m Mike Tyson
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| Haters, I need you, I think that I like it
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| Feedin' me motivation with a diet
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| I’ma keep grinding, continue to eat
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| Think you a boss and I’m takin' a knee
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| Know that you scared 'cause you are what you eat
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| Chargin' up, man, I’m gon' need a receipt
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| Niggas be thinkin' I felt it at Disney
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| But then they show up and it’s Beauty and Beast
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| Think that you know me just 'cause my exterior
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| I am the widow and I am superior
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| Funny how niggas be ringing alarm
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| When you wanna rise and I’m like, «One at a time»
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| Niggas as actors, remember your lines
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| I seen this movie like 300 times
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| Kickin' you off of my mountain, it’s mine
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| I just want everybody to know (yeah)
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| We not goin' away (yeah)
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| You don’t do your place (yeah)
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| I came at my door, I’m like «Hello"(yeah)
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| Won’t leave me alone (yeah)
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| I am on the phone (yeah)
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| Leave a message when you hear the tone
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| Hold up
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| If you wanna get it, then you get it
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| I’m playin' all the position like I’m Kobe, like I’m Shaq
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| I’m like Kyrie Irving, I’m dishing anybody not so Futuristic
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| And they get the business
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| Don’t do that
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| You messin' with us but it’s too late
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| You not on our level, nigga, please just tie your shoelace
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| You trippin' |