TALK! pt. 2 (Paused)
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I like to dissect girls
Did you know I'm utterly insane?
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout these bands
(Arty)
(Onyx)
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
Feel like I'm Noah, I'm in my bag
Creep like the industry, it's full of plants
My dick on my dickies, don't fit in my pants
I'm talkin' 'bout sticks, you tryna throw hands
I'm tryna throw bands, I'm tryna go ham
I've been through hell, not tryna go back
Don't ask why I'm mad, it's too many white folks on my land
Whatever you can't, just know I can
Whatever you can't, just know that I can
Everything you lack, everything I am
You live in the past, I'm too advanced, I don't look back
You internet nerds need to go touch grass
My whole life lit, I've never been sad
My mind said no, but my dick said yes
She called me a rapper, I don't even rap
If you ain't in first, my boy, you last
I flirt with her ting right in front of her mans
And I'm so fine, she gon' flirt back, damn
Big triple six with a bag, yuh
Big triple six with a bag, yuh
Big triple six with a bag, yuh
Big triple six with a swag
You got no sauce, no sir, you bland
Bitty undressing 'cause she want the ranch in her panties
According to plan when she popping a plan B
Fuck you niggas, no pardon, my French, I'm not friendly
Boy, you a passenger sitting in the back seat
I saw your bitch and I burst out laughing
Wanna throw hands, you get jab after jab like a vaccine
Yeah, you a king of the hill, but the hill's just a mans
You ain't upping the ante, I'm up in her guts and I'm up in her pants
Where your snacks? You ain't 'bout shit, bitch, I'm 'bout racks
You ain't 'bout shit, but I'm 'bout stacks
You ain't 'bout shit, I'm 'bout cash
I cop by the pound, you cop by the gram
I'm talking smack, bitch, kiss my ass
I get money, you get mad
Bitch is unbearable like FNAF
I hit the gas, put me in a trance
My bitch got stick, but she not trans
I'm posted in real life, you post on the 'Gram
Call my dick Anakin, it need a hand-hand-hand
Your girl just subbed to my OnlyFans-Fans-Fans
You both down bad-bad-bad, damn, that's facts-facts-facts
Did I fuck your bitch? Perhaps
I need me some herbs so I can relax
I need me a Perc' so I can relapse, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Did I fuck your bitch? Perhaps
I need me some herbs so I can relax
I need me a Perc' so I can relapse, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I'm talkin' 'bout bands