Lyrics:
I hear you hoopin and hollering but you ain't talkin bout nuthin
Hear you hoopin and hollering but you ain't talkin bout nuthin
Hear you hoopin
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
swept away
They were surrounded by their young charges
Children mostly nine years and ten
They were watching a children's movie
A girl and her blue
got your girl and she stay on my cellular
Talkin' bout life, man, it's really been hell of a ride
But I'ma add it up
Baby, no way, they don't care bout
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
Mama says, he's bad for me
Papa says, I'll be sorry
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him (no, they
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
Mama says, he's bad for me
Papa says, I'll be sorry
Everybody's talkin' my baby down
And all my friends doubt him (no, they
this would happen by that call
It seemed so wrong to me
But no
I let you manipulate your way
Back into my life
I thought it was right
At the time
And I
a good hick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street and live by the rules (in
(In the ghetto)
Something had a spell on me (in the ghetto)
You all know what I'm talkin' bout (talkin' bout ghetto life, talkin' bout ghetto life)
a good hick to hold a brick for they dude
Behind the bullshit, me and my clique on the move
We honor the code of the street and live by the rules (in
you talkin' like I ain't dangerous
But real talk, you never told me what it could've been
False rumors gettin' spread, I didn't start shit
Fake gangster
Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How
Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How
where the bangers get caught
Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
Good weed, I
me straight
I can't live without her I fuck her everyday
Shawty stayed by my side when I started grindin'
She da main reason why a nigga shinin'
Gave me her address fast
When he wasn't looking grabbed her ass
We was both talkin money
And he said his funny
He ain't sitting on no fuckin cash
I can
And the spaces that lie in-between
Get me back to...
Going to capture the moment
Not be bound by the hands or the sands that mark on
Love-no defined sense of time
)
no bite for all of that barkin (that bark), how mad that yall done got me (got me)
they aint keepin it real like they talkin, pussy niggas is all that
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
all the good things
And the bad things too
Don't leave anything out
I wanna know everything
And please don't ever lie to me
No, no, no, no, no
Let's
the liquor talkin’
By the way, don’t text and drive
I mean don’t sex and drive
You know what I’m tryna say
I swear I wanna lay yo body down
That liquor talkin
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