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Testo Talk My Shit
Testo Talk My Shit
A town do it, don't stop, you was sorta rich
You nigga missed the bank by a quarter inch
I'm hopping out the coup, with my titties out
Do they have a sauna's all I care about
I'm 'a make a Billie like I'm Ellish
You can't see me flying, 'cause it's private
She ain't never been inside a Hyatt
When we met in person you acting quiet
Love how she saying that shit, might have to marry this bitch
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this
Nigga is tite that I got her, I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder
I'm bucking up quick, he gotta hoe she might jump on a dick
Head on a swivel it's making him sick
I did it I did it I'm running up on ya, I'm there in a minute
I did it myself, a million bajillion I made every penny
He never got even he still just a critic, he still in his feelings
They wanted me dead they hate when I'm breathing
I want all the smoke
She said baby what's a "yacht"? I said a kinda boat
Talking dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut Got my shorts above my knees, I'm feeling like a slut
Got my slammys right behind me if you wanna jug
Talking shit but when I see 'em they like "Where my hug?"
I be stomping, pointing at me, she like "There my thug"
Had to hold her back, she wilding, saying
Lemme talk my shit, ooh I'm on fire
If they said we friends they a liar
When it come to tools, I'm maguver
I'm 'a touch the roof if I'm higher
Someone said the Benz was too gaudy
So I went and got the new Pagani
I was making plans with your shawty
I'm 'a keep my mouth in the potty
After you pop a pilly hoe
I serve it to your sister, she a silly hoe
Spilling champagne on a mini boat
Pimping pussy out this Bentley, got like 20 hoes
I'm running this bitch like a race
Bitch, I'mma nut in your face
Most of the Internet fake
He gonna be real with that gun in his face
She still wanna fuck, we done done it all day
24 karats and ain't none of them fake
Pop shit, hoe, talk shit, huh huh, hold up, right
I love all my opps
The bitch done seen me whipping chicken
Almost called the cops
I feel like Gucci mane
I might just throw her out the drop
I kicked the hoochie out the hummer
Almost killed the thot. Huh huh
On 5th ave with the cannon
I got 50 baby mammas in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming this a fucking anthem
Passing hoes no hands I'm cruising
Pop shit all day they snoozing
If you broke hoe you got the cooties
All my friends all dead like Uzi
Two chains on me I'm different
I can fuck up a check and go missing
When I walk in, I feel attention
Shitting on bitches I'm leaving 'em pissed
Bad hoes go loco
Body too tea, bitch hot like a throat coat
I ain't fucking with nobody, this a coupe
Why would I need me a photo?
Chocolate bitch, I be on toxic shit
He eat me up like coco
I'm a P ass bitch, you the opposite
Keep a nigga in a chokehold
You nigga missed the bank by a quarter inch
I'm hopping out the coup, with my titties out
Do they have a sauna's all I care about
I'm 'a make a Billie like I'm Ellish
You can't see me flying, 'cause it's private
She ain't never been inside a Hyatt
When we met in person you acting quiet
Love how she saying that shit, might have to marry this bitch
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this
Nigga is tite that I got her, I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder
I'm bucking up quick, he gotta hoe she might jump on a dick
Head on a swivel it's making him sick
I did it I did it I'm running up on ya, I'm there in a minute
I did it myself, a million bajillion I made every penny
He never got even he still just a critic, he still in his feelings
They wanted me dead they hate when I'm breathing
I want all the smoke
She said baby what's a "yacht"? I said a kinda boat
Talking dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut Got my shorts above my knees, I'm feeling like a slut
Got my slammys right behind me if you wanna jug
Talking shit but when I see 'em they like "Where my hug?"
I be stomping, pointing at me, she like "There my thug"
Had to hold her back, she wilding, saying
Lemme talk my shit, ooh I'm on fire
If they said we friends they a liar
When it come to tools, I'm maguver
I'm 'a touch the roof if I'm higher
Someone said the Benz was too gaudy
So I went and got the new Pagani
I was making plans with your shawty
I'm 'a keep my mouth in the potty
After you pop a pilly hoe
I serve it to your sister, she a silly hoe
Spilling champagne on a mini boat
Pimping pussy out this Bentley, got like 20 hoes
I'm running this bitch like a race
Bitch, I'mma nut in your face
Most of the Internet fake
He gonna be real with that gun in his face
She still wanna fuck, we done done it all day
24 karats and ain't none of them fake
Pop shit, hoe, talk shit, huh huh, hold up, right
I love all my opps
The bitch done seen me whipping chicken
Almost called the cops
I feel like Gucci mane
I might just throw her out the drop
I kicked the hoochie out the hummer
Almost killed the thot. Huh huh
On 5th ave with the cannon
I got 50 baby mammas in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming this a fucking anthem
Passing hoes no hands I'm cruising
Pop shit all day they snoozing
If you broke hoe you got the cooties
All my friends all dead like Uzi
Two chains on me I'm different
I can fuck up a check and go missing
When I walk in, I feel attention
Shitting on bitches I'm leaving 'em pissed
Bad hoes go loco
Body too tea, bitch hot like a throat coat
I ain't fucking with nobody, this a coupe
Why would I need me a photo?
Chocolate bitch, I be on toxic shit
He eat me up like coco
I'm a P ass bitch, you the opposite
Keep a nigga in a chokehold
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- Bonfire
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