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They Be Talkin' (Paused)
Lil Durk
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N- gon' die, they come with a diss (I know)
For that weed, she suckin' d- (I know)
Catch a murder, self defense (I know)
Free my dawgs behind the fence (I know)
You around me, n- don't post no pic (I know)
They don't say his name, but I know they sick (I know)
F- what you is, we go off sets (I know)
That new Trackhawk, I got it matte (I know)
Your dawg had told, that s- a tech (I know)
He pillow talkin', that's a tech (I know)
No internet, n- where you at? (I know)
He gon' get caught, then put up a check (I know)
Watch how you talk when you talkin' them racks (nah)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (nah)
I was in that field, I was off that Dex (Osama)
They'll take you out for a pint of red (yes)
I know oldheads that still the feds (yes)
We want the savages out the clan (yes)
Nuski died, that wasn't the plan (nah)
All that talk, but I know they fans (I know)
I know (mhmm)
Bitch, I know (mhmm)
Bitch, I know (mhmm)
Bitch, I know (mhmm)
Bitch, I (mhmm)
Where the thanks? Y'all ain't happy that we made y'all famous? (Y'all ain't?)
We smokin' Tookah, don't use Rugers, I think these Glocks more dangerous (boom)
Most of the opps, they really strangers, swear to God, can't name 'em (can't name 'em)
They must've grew up in the burbs, you know that's out our ranges (that's out our range)
And all them n- told on Rage, I'm like, "This s- outrageous" (this shit outrageous)
Lil' bro ain't know what he was doing s- he was just a baby (he's just a baby)
See, where I'm from, they pass out guns, and they don't pass out bundles (nah)
And where I'm from, you got that sack, you better run, don't fumble
The first n- that I popped was tall like Mutombo (real tall)
Even though I know how to box, this ain't no Royal Rumble (not at all)
Call his homie ass John Cena, he thought I didn't see him (what?)
I upped this Glock then rocked his boat, now RIP Aaliyah (boom, boom, boom, boom)
A faithful man, but all these prints, I'm lookin' like a cheetah
I'm up to bat, King Von up next, I think I'm Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
You miss your homie, talkin' crazy, well you finna meet him (finna meet him)
The jeweler man, a stupid man, I put him in the reefer, uh
Credit cards and Visas, uh
Swipe soon as I meet her, uh
Ape s- Caesar, uh
Hop out, beat her, uh
Late night creepin' (what?)
Crumb pack stinkin' (what?)
What was he thinkin'? (What?)
Police chase, leave 'em (vroom)
I know, I know (mhmm)
I know, I know (mhmm)
I know they be talkin', I know (mhmm)
I know they be flodgin', I know (mhmm)
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