ap tardi - talk that talk lyrics
[intro]
slatt, slatt yeah
ooh, i’m f+cking her friend
there goes young tardi he did it again
switching my swag, still winning again
i’m never down bad, i’m f+cking a ten
drop my top and feel that wind
a bad ol’ freak i got her pinned
no god for me he know i sinned
s+x and drugs my mind got dimmed
[chorus]
boom boom boom, that’s what the k do
season 4, that’s just the prelude
talk that talk, lil boy i made you
where’s your b+tch? i bet she played you
young playboy, my b+tch stay caked up
still a ten, don’t need no makeup
we was down, they said they hate us
now we winning they say they rate us
[verse 1]
know how i’m moving i stay with some heat
put shootеrs up on her if she wanna cheat
i’m so f+cking high got thе clouds in my feet
you running your mouth hit control alt delete
have you ass begging like you on the street
i always stay moving i can’t take a seat
versace all on me i’m smelling so neat
i won’t whip a beemer i’m not lil peep
smack on that ass that girl like a bottle
the way she be looking she should be a model
im whipping the urus and dodging the pothole
blowing a bag, smoking gelato
back out the foreign lil tardi take off
what that boy saying i told him don’t talk
you just a peon lil b+tch i’m a boss
dripping like water i got me some voss
see that black p1 racing in those neon lights
yeah im soaring to the moon, tardi reaching new heights
yeah i got you on my mind think about you most nights
like i’m tryna beat it up, have her shaking like some dice
these ain’t not red bottoms got some blood on my shoes
searching for your hunnids yeah i need some blues clues
homie like to do that talk, till i put him on the news
b+tch i’m k!lling all these beats like the germans with the jews
jump in the r8 i’m pushing the dash
the cops can’t catch me i move like the flash
that p+ssy so anxious i pass him the gas
then imma teach him like we was in class
i don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna talk
vvs talk, lambo talk, ap talk, b+tch boy talk
my glock gone talk, yeah it talk
[verse 2]
ain’t write these bars lemme talk my sh+t
where’s your lambo? you ain’t got sh+t
your b+tch so bald i bet she sick
might call her up to suck this d+ck
but i’m just playing i got some standards
suck on my nuts like i got some planters
talk a lot you just an actor
get your b+tch she got some cancer
[chorus]
boom boom boom, that’s what the k do
season 4, that’s just the prelude
talk that talk, lil boy i made you
where’s your b+tch? i bet she played you
young playboy, my b+tch stay caked up
still a ten, don’t need no makeup
we was down, they said they hate us
now we winning they say they rate us
[outro]
yeah, slatt slatt, yeah
slatt slatt, yeah, ap (f+ck em up)
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