Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talk My Sh*t , by - The WowRelease date: 13.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Talk My Sh*t |
| Look |
| Straight from the abyss |
| KO going apes |
| Im in the midst |
| Getty told me to score |
| I waited for the assist |
| Half-court shot my nigga |
| Swish |
| I see MC’s jealous |
| Ive been behind hard bars for years |
| Committing felonies |
| Never listen to what industry niggas tellin me |
| Never buying dreams that labels be tryna sell to me |
| Keep smoking because Im too fire |
| I deserve the crown |
| Call me the new sire |
| In the fast lane homey I cruise by ya |
| You Ducati, Im Bugatti |
| You too tired |
| Im four wheelin |
| I came here to restore feelin |
| I murk tracks |
| And I plan on doing some more killin |
| And lord willin |
| Im straight to the top it |
| You a lie |
| And Im the mother fucking opposite |
| Cause Im the truth |
| Ask around if you need proof |
| Spit fire when Im in the booth |
| Im gonna continue to grind til Im rich |
| As a Maloof |
| Or even richer |
| You ain’t seeing the big picture |
| If I ain’t come up around ya |
| Im never seen with ya |
| We get money and divvy up the loot |
| Messsin with us is a trivial pursuit |
| And we don’t play that |
| Follow the movement |
| Number one, I don’t have to assume it |
| Talk my shit |
| A hundred dollar conversation with a millionaire |
| California kush, the aroma in the air |
| They tell me Giacomorelli’s |
| I should get a pair |
| But I ain’t got that kinda paper this shit isn’t fair |
| But fuck it I deserve the opulence |
| They know it too so they throwing a nigga compliments |
| Foreign documents |
| Concerts on other continents |
| Got a nigga ego bigger than a fucking monument |
| They hear him but they don’t feel him |
| Give me the keys to the game or Im gonna steal em |
| When you tryin to make a name you gotta thrill em |
| Fuck it show me my competition and Im gonna kill em |
| Like a murderer |
| Then i take the crown like a burglar |
| Swear niggas never come around with the circular |
| In the field Im the real deal |
| You a perjurer |
| Sex appeal and some high heels |
| I can work with her |
| She don’t love me |
| At least that i know my momma cares |
| I love going home |
| Cause there ain’t no drama there |
| And Obama care treats big pharma fair but |
| They don’t give a shit about me as far as Im aware |
| But I ain’t fittin to get all into that |
| The way Im spitting bars its like I invented rap |
| Got the key to the stars underneath my fitted cap |
| Once the games ours mother fuckers never get it back |
| Don’t give props give me payment |
| In the presence of a king hit the pavement |
| I cool a hot nigga off |
| Where the flame went? |
| Kill a top dog nigga just for entertainment, bow |
| Follow the movement |
| Talk my shit |
| Number one, I don’t have to assume it |