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bandgang lonnie bands - talk that shit, pt. 3 lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, rj)
talk that sh+t
hey, hey, hey

[verse 1]
how i up a bankroll, put up that lil’+ass chain
p+ssycat+ass n+gga, ain’t no dogs in your gang
me and rolls showed you boys ’bout them credit card games
we sold them pills by the milligram, relieving pain, hey
’bout three hundred thirties, ’bout four hundred fifteens
poody gave me a jar of ease when i turned sixteen
card ain’t hittin’, had to swipe me some nicotine (for real)
ten pints of green, sell that sh+t like it’s listerene
when you say detroit, b+tch, you better mention me
i’m tired of these p+ssy n+ggas sayin’ they k!llin’ me (boy)
you ridin’ with the other side, you is not kiddin’ me (boy)
i was turnt through this b+tch, they tried to drain my energy (man)
wiped the dust off the embosser (ayy)
i done punched up everywhere from la to boston
try to tuck a couple giffies, that’s where you lost it (ayy)
took five high ones should be happy that you walkin’ (boy)
hit the same store every day, f+ck a secret shopper
b+tch tryna let me two cards, she a c+ck blocker
f+ck this, ’bout to hit south to my dope spot
right on 75, hope i don’t hit a roadblock
[chorus]
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga, ayy
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live that sh+t
i’ll talk that sh+t ’cause i’m with that sh+t
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live that sh+t
i’ll talk that sh+t ’cause i’m with that sh+t

[verse 2]
my east one family been a bay year strong
made my first hundred on the six, that’s my second home
seven mile to the bone, boy, don’t get that sh+t wrong
i’ll check in with my scamily, we was posted on the moat
the shred had my back, i’d k!ll you over mone
i know some full+blown grown men terrified of stone
y’all ain’t tough, y’all be shootin’ in the air like a drone
i’ll up my pistol, up your tone, catch one to the dome (boy)
ooh, new writer with the chip reader, got credit and debit
n+gga, i get busy with it
white b+tch punchin’ in, a n+gga got joker pieces
too cool in this b+tch, but you know i got my heater, ayy, ooh
pill dust everywhere, where the broom at?
it’s just me and my chop, where your goons at? (where your goons at?)
stop lyin’ on your strap, you don’t shoot that (you don’t shoot that)
and stop lyin’ on your bag, you don’t move that, b+tch
[chorus]
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga, ayy
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live that sh+t
i’ll talk that sh+t ’cause i’m with that sh+t
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live that sh+t
i’ll talk that sh+t ’cause i’m with that sh+t

[outro]
(don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live it, n+gga, ayy
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live that sh+t
i’ll talk that sh+t ’cause i’m with that sh+t
don’t talk that sh+t ’cause you don’t live that sh+t
i’ll talk that sh+t ’cause i’m with that sh+t, hey)

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