Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin Bout, artist - Sha Hef. Album song Super Villain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
Talkin Bout |
| Still sippin' jug, fuck is you talking 'bout |
| V’Don on the beat |
| Break a brick down, karate style, Miyagi style |
| Catch me out in China with Chynna, sipping on saki now |
| Bad bitches and good green, that’s beef and broccoli style |
| Mav when he skinny, that boy stocky now |
| Niggas can’t stop me, I’m cocky, got on my super saiyan |
| Game get sold and I told 'em cold as the Himalayas |
| Ask me why my last name Hef, because I been a player |
| time I wet niggas up, nigga I been a sprayer |
| Really 'bout that action, that clapper’ll take your apple off |
| 20 P’s of Sour and keys of that David Hasslehoff |
| If I go broke all a nigga need is a half of soft |
| All this damn codeine I drink, a nigga should never cough |
| Break it down, bag it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Spin around, shoot it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Yell it out, throw it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Let it off, air it out, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Break it down, bag it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Spin around, shoot it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Yell it out, throw it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Let it off, air it out, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Plug front you work and you dead him, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Nigga owe you chicken you wet him, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Kill one of us, we go get him, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Blowing all this money I’m getting, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| We take shit, then take trips after we make flips |
| Hit the kitchen and whip chickens just like some cake mix |
| Polo’d down, already told you, don’t do no Bape shit |
| Money niggas get the banana clip, on that ape shit |
| Desperation cost be the separation by my estimation |
| I took every drug then I locked myself into desolation |
| Now I defecate on the game, witness the decimation |
| Old niggas please move around, this is your expiration |
| I don’t milly rock but my glizzy pop on any block |
| My brown skin bitch creep up on you just like the Henny shot |
| Hollow hit his hip, now he walking 'round with a Diddy Bop |
| Dot driller and op killer, still fuck a city cop |
| Break it down, bag it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Spin around, shoot it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Yell it out, throw it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Let it off, air it out, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Break it down, bag it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Spin around, shoot it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Yell it out, throw it up, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Let it off, air it out, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Plug front you work and you dead him, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Nigga owe you chicken you wet him, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Kill one of us, we go get him, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |
| Blowing all this money I’m getting, that’s what I’m talkin' bout |