Lyrics:
stop until I get it
Yeah
I'm goin in
I'm in til the end
I won't stop until the finish
Let the haters go and talk
their shit
I don't care cause
I'm going
Rottweiler dog
With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar
Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin'
Or leanin' out
their way.
Read my mind.
Can't you feel that I'm
Leaving you!
(talk about it, talk about it)
Leaving you!
(talk about it, talk about it)
Sleepless
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for
the only benefactor
Of my every talent because
Without it would
Probably be the happiest
Although I never learned
To talk to many people about it
I'm an evil
All about his bag, with money he don’t play
I like a cute face, strong arm on my man
Slim waist, long arm in the pants
Good taste, you can tell by
you leave me for him
Are you a ride or die
Come and be the queen to my slim
If she can't be in my Fiesta
Then you won't see her in my Tesla
Trust me
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
wannabe Jenny-Lo, no
Plenty dough and there's plenty more where it come from
I'm the real talk where I come from (ho)
I'm about to sign you up
We can
Where tha real niggas at?
Light one for a real nigga
Smoke one for a real nigga
Let's talk about real niggas
Since we always talkin' 'bout hoes
about this
Lets talk about
Hows about we talk about that
I want it right now like a black father wants cows
For his daughter
To supprort her
Im tryn’a
could you please just have the decency
To talk slow when ya
Talk slow when ya
But it's not that simple
Nah
No is not that grease
And to keep it eventful
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
you sink again
And I been trying trying trying trying
To show you the bigger picture and what you missing
But everytime we speak you talk about bitches
on the concrete
Made a quarter mil’ age of 21
Had a million by 23
What the Fuck they gone say about me?
People that don’t play about me
Its n***as that’s gone
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
[Verse 1: Slim]
Tell me why you're here tonight
Are you looking for someone to do you right
I see you standing by yourself
And I heard you're
yeah)
I know that you got it, uh wouldn't be talking about it
I know she bad bad, with a fat ass, I want that shit and I got it (Woo)
She calling me papi,
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
(nigga, slide)
Nigga, slide (nigga, slide)
Bitch nigga, slide (haan?)
Won't you bust it for a real nigga? (Bust it for a real nigga?)
Slim thick lil'
Talk about will and talk about won't
Talk about the sweet by and by
Well, talk is cheap and times are wasting
Get busy living or at least die
just want the finer things, slim thick redbone with a diamond ring
And she won't ever muthafuckin lie to me
And we won't ever get divorced if its
and the air that we breath
Let's talk about why are killing the dream
Playing with magic corrupting the youth
Genocide started by thoes who won't shoot
They
her in my room
And I'm thinking of the best way to kick her out, it's Cole
'Cause all she ever talks about is Louis, Louis
All she ever talk about
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