Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk 4 Me, artist - Skinny. Album song Ghetto Disneyland, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопTalk 4 Me |
| My walk talk for me |
| My whip talk for me |
| My gat talk for me |
| Blah, whatever homie |
| Louie told me, «Go and switch your style up» |
| So haters be watchin' my money pile up |
| Fuck it, my pockets is gettin' wider |
| I’m fuckin', she’s suckin', and gettin' louder |
| And the room, full of hoes, fuckin' hooligans |
| This tone of violence be sprayin' whoever listening |
| Fuck the world when they be listening |
| I’m killin' 'em |
| Like cuts to your Michelin, keep listenin' |
| The glove don’t fit like I got away |
| The white Bronco, that’s a getaway |
| Fuck bitches in the slums, that’s my getaway |
| Kill Rich’s grace under pressure, Hemingway |
| You sweatin', you nervous, why? |
| 'Cuz your bitch be spittin' my verses? |
| My beats break necks, so bring the hearse |
| Skinny sand nigga with a crew full of turbans |
| Throw my click up, girls want to sip up |
| Order more bottles, let 'em hoes drink up |
| Money not an issue, my withdrawls need a pick-up |
| My dick up when I watch my wrists freeze like a stickup |
| Pull up like a cop pullin' over |
| Like Gotti in the gotti, move over |
| Like a comin' at you with his hostler |
| Like Manson in a mansion |
| Red eyes from the marijuana |
| Better put your shades on when the camera’s on ya |
| Can’t help but smile cause my pockets full of cheese |
| And I came to the game with all odds against me |