Lyrics:
wanna talk to you
I don't wanna talk to you no more
I don't wanna talk to you
I've been left alone a fool
I don't wanna talk to you
Making me hurt with
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
slippers on two foot
I can walk on my hands too
Yeah boy I know wanna buy me a drink
You, you don't know shit about me
I'm a pimp, 24-7 on gin
You
Don't be fooled by the baby face (uh)
I hope ya not 'cause your thighs got me hot (mmh)
Only one plan, that is to rise to the top (mmh)
I told you
lies
Enough is enough so goodbye yeah
You used to talk a lot about me
So talk about, talk about this
Go and talk about, talk about, talk about this
Talk
just dey work)
As dem dey talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
(As I dey work dem just dey talk)
Me I dey work, work, work, work, work,
get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little
get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around, you make me crazy, I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me, all I want is a little
Do You Really Think?
Chorus
Do think I really talk about you?
Well, I don't even know who are you
If they don't talk to you, they talk about you
you're not as paranoid as Lady Marmalade
You're really much more fun
Hell, at times I get so mad
When you buzz on someone new
It's not that you don't love
on my cell phone
She was at a club but she was by her self though
Sipping on a Bombay, telling me to drop by
I could be her hot date, Jiggy in the spot
to Brothers who don't talk much, I'm tired of hearing niggas talking about such and such
How you talk about them to me, is how you talk about me to them, keep
swag me out, swag me out (Woo)
I don't give a fuck, swag me out (Swag)
Oh, ho, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes, hoes, where the fuckin' hoes?
Hoes, hoes,
Imagine a boy, imagine a girl.
Imagine the hearts, that are broken by the world.
Don't pass me by like a stranger, don't shackle love there's no danger.
to do
I want to talk to you
Hey, don't want to talk to you
What you mean by that boy
I don't want to talk to you
I recognize you as being
to do
I want to talk to you
Hey, don't want to talk to you
What you mean by that boy
I don't want to talk to you
I recognize you as being
You can't talk about it, nothing's for free
Maybe I should arrest myself
Paralyzed by what I see
Girl, you got a hold on me
In too deep, you're
not talk about it, nothings for free,
Maybe I should Arrest Myself.
Paralyzed by what I see,
Girl you got a hold on me
In too deep you're
Can you be
Can you be
Just a little closer with me?
You've been all too closed off what's it mean ?
Do we got have long talk or can we freak?
Can you
of the Britons! Oh, don't grovel! If
there's one thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
ARTHUR: Sorry--
GOD: And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk
All day trapping real hard make the smart play
Broad day smoke a bitch nigga if he talk crazy
All games till it’s war time then we don’t play
whipping marmalade (whoa)
Look at the way that I'm shining
I don't be checking the mileage
She said how much is that Rollie?
I said don't worry I'm
Intro
If they can’t pop champagne to it I’m not recording it (Yeaaa)
If they can’t shake they ass to it I’m not talking (Talk that talk)
You feel me
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