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Erica Banks

Talk My $hit

 

Talk My $hit


Been doing my thing and these niggas been flockin
Blowing me up cuz they lookin they watchin
Don't hang with no ho cuz these hoes dont be silent
He say that he like when I dye my hair violet
I'm stackin my paper, I'm chillin, I'm baby
He think I'm cool, but shit really I'm crazy
I called him again, and he don't even pick up
He got two seconds before its a stick up
I walk in the party they playin my music
Don't play me for pussies, so there ain't confusion
I know that he drunk as a skunk
And he just wanna fuck
And to him, I look like an illusion
Now that I'm rappin and now that I'm poppin
They hit me up, but they trippin, they boppin
He keep a k and a rack in his pocket
They runnin they mouth but guess who be the topic?
Me
I just be doin my thing, I don't bang
But I hang with them bitches who keep me intact
I gotta nigga, he still kinda new
If he start acting up, then I'm bringin him back
I play it cool, I dont tell what I do
So I move when I move on the regular, ayy
I let it slide before blackin her eye
But ain't really thinkin I'm scared of her, bitch
Get to the back of the line
Hop on his face and he eat from behind
Bitches be pickin they battles
When shit be a hassle
They pull up with friends and 9, ayy
I do this shit for my momma
I told her, I promised I get her a Benz
Then got me an Audi, new body, I'm all in the lobby
I'm pickin up all of my friends
I know that I'm pretty
But shit could get ratchet
You want it, you get it, just pull up and find me
I be in Atlanta and I be in Dallas
But niggas in Dallas been beggin to sign me
I do what I do but I smoke and forget so if I don't remember
Just call and remind me
I said it before but I'll say it again
To the bitches who copy you must get behind me
Sit up when I'm talkin, ain't taking no shit
Red bottom walkin, I'm taking your bitch
I don't like bitches who sneak on the low
And be trippin and shit when they takin your pic
Roll up the tree, I'ma run up the pressure
Come for the G, but he givin me extra
He said that I'm cute and he said that I'm special
I be the bitch that he like on that level
Why they be leeching like I'm not goin-a notice
Fuck all the people who fake, and I'm focused
Ain't askin for nothin, don't do me no favor
Stunt on me now and be mad at me later
I'm just getting started but rap like I been it
Know we can't fuck if you cum in three minutes
I'm passin you up and I'm close to the finish
They fuck with my music
I love when they spendin!
Leave me alone, I don't wanna chill
Don't want no blunt and I don't want no pill
Gimme yo neck and then gimme your check
And maybe tomorrow I call you for real
Been doing my thing and these bitches been geekin
No we can't kick it, or hang out this weekend
These bitches don't like me
And say they gon fight me, but be in my DM
Hoe! Give me a reason, stupid!
Who do you think that you playin?
Yeah I'm gon come but just know that you payin
Ain't takin no picture, don't know that I'm wit cha
And if I come over, don't ask if I'm staying, bitch
Ridin around and cruisin
Threat to you bitches, I'm knockin and boozin
He think he fuckin tonight, but he foolish
I'm dippin that ten, but for now I'm gon cool it
I just be talkin and it turn into lyrics
Callin your ho cuz I don't wanna hear it
Losing his mind before he can get near it
He flying you out, but he flying you Spirit
I'm only 20, its only get better
See, when you love em, your shit gon get wetter
I stay by myself, so I'm dodgin the setup
Killin you bitches that know I won't let up, bitch

And I'll always talk my motherfuckin shit
Bitch
Get your own swag, get your own bag!
Ya dead!
I hate a copycatting ass hoe

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