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No Talking

 

No Talking

(albüm: Epidemic - 2020)


(Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven)

Ooh, them labels been calling, I don't do no talking
The car is a foreign, I don't do no walking
I fucked her for hours, endurance, been jogging
Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it
The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches
She scream when I hit her, she sounding obnoxious (Yung Lan on the track)
Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me
You smell me, you know that that pack on me
Let's go, you know that them racks on me
These niggas sweet like a cavity
Sticked up, you know we ain't having it, ooh
I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh
Come on, you know that them blues on me
Ran that shit up by my lonely

Most of these niggas untrustworthy
I go grizzly just like a Morant jersey
Had to cut that lil' ho off, yeah, cold turkey
Got the water hose on me, I start squirting
We don't separate, might catch the wrong person
I don't ride no waves, I am my own person
I don't take no days off, I just keep working
Had to jump in the water, I keep surfing
At the Louis store shopping, I spent ten
Then I walked out the mall to a new Benz
She just came to the crib and brought two friends
Used to have a traphouse on a dead end
Say my name in a song, they some dead men
Got them racks to the ceiling like 6'10"
Pull up inside a foreign, bae, get in
I'm burning exotic while whipping (Yeah, come on)
Dropping weight on the bench like I'm lifting, yeah
Red bottoms on me, no Christian (Come on)
I just want you and your best friend
Bae, I won't be like the X-Men
Rather go now like your ex-man

Ooh, them labels been calling, I don't do no talking
The car is a foreign, I don't do no walking
I fucked her for hours, endurance, been jogging
Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it
The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches
She scream when I hit her, she sounding obnoxious
Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me
You smell me, you know that that pack on me
Let's go, you know that them racks on me
These niggas sweet like a cavity
Sticked up, you know we ain't having it, ooh
I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh
Come on, you know that them blues on me
Ran that shit up by my lonely

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