| Met this little bitch last week
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| She told me 'bout a nigga that she knew
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| Ended up being the same nigga last month
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| Acting tough in the middle of some shit we got into, it’s time to move
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| Whenever it’s tour time, I’m 'bout my business
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| Had me peeking over your fence like Mr. Wilson
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| Shorty said I turn her on like Keri Hilson
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| Said she down to set him up so guarantee he 'bout to get it
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| Many blocks with extensions, if he try get extended
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| Hit him then hit the witness, we ain’t tryin' to hit the prison
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| That’s a cold case, in the car, watch the Wrath
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| Foreigns for his weight, boy
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| That K turn a tough nigga Murda Ma$e, while he preachin'
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| I’m lemon squeezin', say he 'bout that beefin' but he vegan
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| Choppers chippin', I’m Chipper Jones when it’s chippin' season
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| Run up on him while he eatin', give me a reason
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| Masked up, my strong arm steady
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| There’s bitch niggas hiding, give a fuck if he ready
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| Have him the mac and tell me, and run in with the shit
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| That’s how a nigga get hit, pillow talking to a bitch
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| Masked up, my strong arm steady
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| There’s bitch niggas hiding, give a fuck if he ready
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| Have him the mac and tell me, and run in with the shit
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| That’s how a nigga get hit, pillow talking to a bitch
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| Pillow talking could get you killed, nigga
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| Guns loaded, masked up in your tilt, nigga
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| I ain’t playing, this shit for real, nigga
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| I should’ve known you ain’t no real nigga
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| I’m built for this shit, these automatics spit then we dip
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| Blake Griffin, two nines, 32 with these clips
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| This nigga lips running loose to a bitch, that’s where he lose
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| Telling her all his moves, creep up on him while he snooze
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| We make the news, dump the hammer and now a nigga on
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| Back to the block where we flip it by the zone
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| Chasing dough with that purple in my Styrofoam
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| Screaming, «Rest in peace to the pimp,» with a pocket full of stones
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| And it’s fuck what you talking 'bout
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| Had these cannons talk it out inside your momma house
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| Watch your mouth and stop yapping to these hoes, nigga
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| ‘Cause that same ho is telling me to come and get ya
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| Masked up, my strong arm steady
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| There’s bitch niggas hiding, give a fuck if he ready
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| Have him the mac and tell me, and run in with the shit
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| That’s how a nigga get hit, pillow talking to a bitch
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| Masked up, my strong arm steady
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| There’s bitch niggas hiding, give a fuck if he ready
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| Have him the mac and tell me, and run in with the shit
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| That’s how a nigga get hit, pillow talking to a bitch
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| Hydro, eyes low, I know the Bible
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| So survival a second nature, nigga, know it’s vital
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| Rusty rifle, rush to fight you, fill a vacant title
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| Got her sniffing white, chase it with
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| Screaming on her like a mass choir, shit
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| Police rush, a nigga had priors, she’s wired
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| Admire my South Central satire
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| Steady gang, it’s no thing to flatten tires |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pillow Talkin, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп