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Shy Glizzy

What U Talkin Bout

 

What U Talkin Bout

(album: Law 3: Now Or Never - 2014)


[Chorus:]
If you a fuck nigga, keep my name out yo mouth
If you a tough nigga, I'll come aim at ya house!
I got a lotta bands and I got a lotta clout
If it ain't bout them bands, nigga, what ya talking bout?
Young nigga, whachya talking bout? I don't care whachya talking bout
(I do not care)
Mama said why all this cash up in 'er house?
Sorry, momma, I don't know whachya talking bout

[Verse 1:]
Glizzy got the pounds, smoke out the ounce
Bitch I'm talking bout almost a ticket fo' the house
Bet ya neva had 200 000 in yo couch
Ouch, shit make a pussy nigga pout
Police kick the door, don't know what they talking bout
I won't run my mouth, snitchers get put in the ground
You can ask around, I'm the hottest guy in town
I neva seen them out, don't know what they talking bout
They ain't keep it 100 when they see me coming up
Streets hottest youngin, no, bitch, I'm just warming up
Chichi on my chain, bet you'll neva see it tucked
You run up, you get bust, show you I don't give no fucks

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My young niggas be geekin
They be wyling fo' no reason
Got goodmen, gotta keep em
Niggas switch up like the season
I'm not havin no meeting
Put that nigga in the cement
Bitch nigga we not beefing
Or your family won't be eating
If you come to my house
You see that chopper on the couch
Smoking on that OG, shit turned me to Mr. Chow
He can't afford an ounce
So he smoke on Black and Milds
This shit I got too loud
Can't hear shit he talking bout
Realest young nigga coming straight up out the slums
Glizzy Glizzy bitch the king of district of columb
Ask any of my strippers, but they neva see no-one
Lil nigga, you my son, fucked yo sister and yo moms

[Chorus]

done

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