Talk My Shit Lyrics - Brickboydior feat. TOKYO’S REVENGE — Paroles de Chansons

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[Intro]
(Hollo)
(Ayy Hollo, turn me up)

[Chorus: Brickboydior]
I’m finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit
Just bought a new Glock, it’s over
All on your spot [?] everyday
Had the neighbors thinking I was the new home owner
Go hit a [?] that be with some racks
Then I go hit the lot and then leave with a Rover
Yo’ bitch on my dick, I had caught a lil’ bone
I shoot at his chest, now he a blood donor

[Verse 1: Brickboydior]
I just hit the bank, I go hit another one
She popped a Xan, suck dick for another one
I just got a glizzy, I need me another one
They want me dead, lil’ Brick going number one
Bread on my head got you shit like matrix
My bitch exotic, can’t fuck with no basic
Pour that red, I’m thе Devil when I taste it
Fuck did you say? I floodеd to the nation
Got too many bitches, I’m tricking for real
I just popped a perc and it gave me the chills
I’m twitching and itching, I’m clutching my steel
Give me that beat, it get ate like a meal
Junkie ass bitch suckin’ dick to get high
Just got the drop, make a call and we slide
VLONE and Fendi, nobody this fly
Smokin’ on runtz, ain’t nobody this high
Big ass .40 leave a hole like a bagel
We with them bosses, don’t eat at our table
Big ass racks even before the label
Broke ass bitch can’t pay no cable
Keep me a fan, this shit can get hot
Racks on my head, still slide and then drop
Just for a perc she be givin’ that top
Fuck red lights, I’m on go, don’t stop

[Chorus: Brickboydior]
I’m finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit
Just bought a new Glock, it’s over
All on your spot [?] everyday
Had the neighbors thinking I was the new home owner
Go hit a [?] that be with some racks
Then I go hit the lot and then leave with a Rover
Yo’ bitch on my dick, I had caught a lil’ bone
I shoot at his chest, now he a blood donor

[Verse 2: TOKYO’S REVENGE]
Yeah, oh you here? Then it’s over
Let that bitch pop with the shit like it’s soda
We on yo’ block throwin’ caps like a graduation
We walk down for paper, like diplomas
Bitch, I was made for paper, like a folder
We out here racing Hellcats with the cobras
Snakes in grass, we gon’ hit ’em with the mowers
Bitch acting different now a nigga glowed up
FN gon’ crank a nigga, I’m a soilder, uh, uh
She gon’ reach over
Aim out the window, get that boy a donor
Leave a hole in a nigga like a doughnut
Put that shit right to his neck, like a choker

[Chorus: Brickboydior & TOKYO’S REVENGE]
I’m finna talk my shit, finna pop my shit
Just bought a new Glock, it’s over
All on your spot [?] everyday
Had the neighbors thinking I was the new home owner
Go hit a [?] that be with some racks
Then I go hit the lot and then leave with a Rover
Yo’ bitch on my dick, I had caught a lil’ bone
I shoot at his chest, now he a blood donor

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