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What You Talkin Bout

 

What You Talkin Bout

(álbum: REDRUM - 2013)


[Intro:]
If you ain't talking money, what you talking 'bout?
If you ain't talking money, what you talking 'bout?
If you ain't talking money, what you talking 'bout?
Real niggas walking through, better walk around

[Verse 1:]
Pour a pint in the 20, all my niggas be riding
Fuck around, see the news all your niggas be bodies
She told me her nigga coming, she gon' put me in the closet
I told her "go tell that nigga he won't see me in the closet"
And if his body a bank, shotty gon' be my deposit
We run up, they run off who seen where they joggin'?
I get the prop and the posters, shooters gon' think it's they market
Call the trunk K-Mart, guess who gon' be their target?
No particular niggas, tell y'all set "bye"
Burning, my chest high, look at my left eye
I know Keisha and Nina, and my bitch like Chiquita
Cut your throat like Chiquita, sucking off my Chiquita
We 'bout it, all my niggas be 'bout it
Paper, pistols and pussy, all my niggas be 'bout it
They get to sending the shots, all my niggas reroute it
Sex, money and murder, all my niggas be 'bout it

[Hook:]
If you ain't talking money, what you talking 'bout?
Real niggas walking through, better walk around
Chopper hanging out, it's got a drum on it
Niggas talking stupid, we go dumb on 'em
AK check, AR check click-clack, bang! Aiming at his neck
AK check, AR check click-clack, bang! Aiming at his neck

[Verse 2:]
Riding with my rooftop back
Light skin, tatted up Tupac back
Rest in peace Machiavelli macks to his belly
Swiss-cheese a nigga turn him to spaghetti
Bunch of pussy cats, your whole team scary
Got my dogs with me, my whole team ready
Fuck all y'all, already popping
Got a bitch named Nina, giving head proper
She go click-clack headshot 'em
Stomp a nigga bloody, I've got red bottoms
Mentally insane, I've got every problem
Beef? We turn that issue to a dead problem
Cutter in the trunk, money in my pocket
They can't stop it, me and gunner taking off like rockets
You ain't bringing money 'round? Nigga you could move around
Surround your team with choppers singing loud, that's surround sound

[Hook]

feito

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