Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk, artist - Playboi Carti. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talk |
| Hold up, who that bangin' on my door? |
| If a nigga try to rob me I’ma blow him in his throat, hold up, uh |
| Don’t be blowin' up my phone |
| Soundin' like a lil ho about some coke, you fuckin' ho, uh, uh |
| It’s Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know, uh |
| You see these hundreds, these hundreds, nigga, we blow, uh |
| Fuck her under covers, my nigga, until the morning |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| She say, «Carti, why you actin' funny?» |
| (Bitch) |
| «Ever since you got some money you’ve been frontin' on me» (Bitch) |
| Say no more, the new cars (Hey) |
| The new broads |
| You so bright but you so lost, damn |
| You let the lean get you so gone, uh |
| Don’t let the drugs get you so gone, uh |
| Don’t let the drugs get you so gone, uh |
| You so bright but you so lost, yeah |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh |
| Sippin' on this Act', don’t know how to act, uh |
| Uh, yeah, uh |
| My lil' whoadie got my back, he’ll blow you back |
| My lil' whoadie got the strap, he’ll blow you back, damn |
| Yeah, yeah, uh |
| Uh (So, so fuckin' lost) |
| (Lost) |