Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk My Shit, artist - Yella Beezy. Date of issue: 19.01.2022
Song language: English
Talk My Shit |
| I let these niggas talk they shit all the motherfuckin' time |
| If you think I’ma keep quiet or somethin' (Fuck that) |
| If these niggas talk, I can talk my shit too, nigga |
| Why not? |
| (Keise on the track) |
| Ayy, these niggas got the motherfuckin' nerve |
| And think before you cross, stay on the motherfuckin' curb, hey |
| Got the trap, tell them come and get your ass served, hey |
| Hang around killers, they’ll kill you, have my word |
| Nigga told me get my lick back, flick 'em with a big strap |
| Buddy actin' tender 'cause he heard I’m in his bitch mouth |
| She ain’t tryna fuck, she 'bout to get her ass kicked out |
| , walk around with my dick out |
| Hey, I’m everywhere they say I ain’t, goin' where they say I can’t |
| We don’t see 'em in the street, shit, I ain’t see 'em in the bank |
| Paper over pussy, niggas woofin', yeah, by the way |
| Give a nigga the green light, nigga tried to ride away |
| Steppin' like, lil' freaky bitch, Keisha |
| Hey, fuck a ball, player’s got her actin' like a diva |
| Strapped with the nina, I heard the lil' bitch a keeter |
| She ain’t a squirter or a creamer, swear to God that I’ma leave her |
| Hey, that nigga crazy he don’t think that she a cheater |
| But she gotta move carefully, if he catch her, he’ll beat her |
| Got some young niggas knock you out for a feature |
| , swear to God you won’t believe her |
| Now everybody wanna holler they a demon |
| 'Til you send 'em to the Devil, come and meet the Grim Reaper |
| Got her nuttin' back-to-back, shakin' like a seizure |
| Make this baby chopper get to singin' like Aretha |
| We ain’t gotta play no hide-and-seek, tell 'em drop the addy |
| If they touch it, say it wasn’t me, actin' like I’m jackin' |
| Call me young gigolo, I’m actin' like my daddy |
| You know you fed up with that nigga’s shit, so why you actin' happy? |
| Nah, I ain’t cheap, you just a bitch I just won’t spend it on |
| Why these niggas cappin'? |
| They the ones my niggas spinnin' on |
| Tryna get snatched, so I bought my bitch some silicon |
| We touchin' all the opps, I can tell you how they feelin', huh |
| Freaky bitch leakin', come and eat me like some dinner rolls |
| All about my business, so why the fuck you in your feelings for? |
| Why you mad she did you bad? |
| So? |
| You know she been a ho |
| My Draco comin' like T-Pain, it got these niggas gettin' low |
| My feet hurt for real, they makin' t-shirts for real |
| I’m a real stepper, do your research for real |
| Lil' baby all on me, yeah, she squirt for real |
| Turned me down before I blew up, now she hurt for real |
| That nigga talkin' nonsense, leechin', on they bum shit |
| Freaky bitch love suckin' dick because her tongue thick |
| Hittin' it from the back, go on and bounce it on my thumb, bitch |
| Keep the pussy drippin', always make a nigga cum quick |
| Most of these niggas really soft behind these bitches |
| Goofy, dumb behind these hoes, pillow-talkin' to these bitches |
| I’m a real player, I ain’t spit-boxin' 'bout these bitches |
| That humble Yella gone, I’m actin' cocky with these bitches (Nigga) |
| Stupid |