Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk, artist - Futuristic. Album song Blessings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: We're The Future
Song language: English
Talk |
Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
Yeah, everybody wanna run they mouth |
Tellin' hella stories 'bout the day they did |
Pull up on 'em |
I show opponents how to son a nigga like I raise a kid |
Only speak about it if I be about it |
We can see about it, make it quick |
When it come to spittin', who the fuck you kiddin'? |
Y’all ain’t never did it like I did |
Internet, it made me rich |
I’m gettin' rich and takin' pictures with some women |
Admitted, this life is different, you don’t get it |
Every sentence killin', make a couple million and quit it |
Got niggas into me, tryna get it |
The life of Futuristic, I can give it to 'em |
Put a rapper on the team, take 'em on tour |
Now he really into somethin' |
I been 'round the globe a couple times |
I ain’t have to sign but it’s still an option |
Got a lotta gwala, made a lotta dollars |
Own a lot of land, Davy Crockett |
Got your girlie on the tour bus |
She don’t watch Barney but she baby-boppin' |
Hit it, then I get up on the road |
I’ma do my dance like it’s Sadie Hawkins |
Boy, I got the sauce (that's true) |
Bitch, I’m living proof (hey) |
Tight tennis shoes (you trippin') |
I ain’t in the mood, nah |
Y’all ain’t really 'bout this life |
Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne |
Young nigga got the best rhymes |
Don’t run your mouth unless right |
Spit it like the cinnamon challenge |
I was a kid with a talent |
I’m like the bigger the balance when I go off and |
Fire like a cigarette lighter, gotta give the gettin' inside her |
Want me to get up inside her then I gotta bounce |
Got six businesses, two houses |
Mormon life, a few spouses |
A cool account still gettin' bigger |
Ain’t a damn thing you can do about it, I’m gone |
Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk |
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk |
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk |
Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
Fuckin' about it, the big and the bound of what |
They don’t be happy with any nigga down on the gut |
They be the pupil that talk up a lot of bs |
And they really countin' me less |
I can never shout it enough |
Frickin' incredible hits, R-B |
Rippin' a level, the kids hard me |
Givin' the nation a big dark spree |
When I make the music biz marquee |
Innovator, I am not a criminal |
This why they women wanna shot at genitals |
I’m maximum, they sayin' I’m the minimal |
We’re talkin' cheaper than a Dollar General |
Haters hearin' me spit it, shit it |
Goin' ahead and admit it, quit it |
Stay stalkin', they talkin' |
Tellin' the people that I’m with, with |
Fat stacks, we ballin' |
That stacks be callin' |
Rap after me, that’s actually wack, that’s why he stallin' |
Rule is 'round to get hurt, ain’t it? |
Dudes around us since birth, tenant |
True the lies’ll get worse |
Alarmin' then merk around for this shirt, painted |
They don’t know that when the planet drop |
I’m 'bout to take the rap into a colder degree |
Everything I ever wanted from the record business |
They gon' hand it over to me |
They gonna really see the soul of a G |
Ridin' rowdy with the flow of the sea |
Everybody want the musical virus |
I give it to 'em like Ebola disease |
I’m on a mission to get fish |
Shoppin' up enough and I rip it to get swish |
Anybody wanna become a gynecologist |
They droppin', ain’t if I actin' a big bitch |
Try to rap me, I’d a pappy, why you 'ttackin' |
'Cause you never knew a demon inside a black kid |
And never ninja fuckin' with a flier record |
Deep in America, anyone would die to trap me |
Tech-a, Nin-a, Futur-istic, we all goin' more crazy! |
Takin' everybody’s money, even takin' your lady! |
Makin' movies with her like I’m motherfuckin' Scorsese! |
This is dedicated to my homie up in Florida |
Rest in peace WarBaby, let’s go! |
Yeah, all you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
All you do is talk, talk, talk |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
You ain’t really 'bout that life |
Fuck up out my way, yeah |
I don’t play it safe, yeah |
When you from the bottom, you hit harder like a bass |
They don’t wanna see me on top though |
Magic on me like Lonzo |
I’ma level up, it’s so exciting |
They don’t understand me like I’m Mike Tyson |
Haters, I need you, I think that I like it |
Feedin' me motivation with a diet |
I’ma keep grinding, continue to eat |
Think you a boss and I’m takin' a knee |
Know that you scared 'cause you are what you eat |
Chargin' up, man, I’m gon' need a receipt |
Niggas be thinkin' I felt it at Disney |
But then they show up and it’s Beauty and Beast |
Think that you know me just 'cause my exterior |
I am the widow and I am superior |
Funny how niggas be ringing alarm |
When you wanna rise and I’m like, «One at a time» |
Niggas as actors, remember your lines |
I seen this movie like 300 times |
Kickin' you off of my mountain, it’s mine |
I just want everybody to know (yeah) |
We not goin' away (yeah) |
You don’t do your place (yeah) |
I came at my door, I’m like «Hello"(yeah) |
Won’t leave me alone (yeah) |
I am on the phone (yeah) |
Leave a message when you hear the tone |
Hold up |
If you wanna get it, then you get it |
I’m playin' all the position like I’m Kobe, like I’m Shaq |
I’m like Kyrie Irving, I’m dishing anybody not so Futuristic |
And they get the business |
Don’t do that |
You messin' with us but it’s too late |
You not on our level, nigga, please just tie your shoelace |
You trippin' |