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big homiie g - drugs talkin lyrics

[intro: big homiie g]
phil g, this mug hard
woah

[verse 1: big homiie g]
what ever she do is cool, i ain’t tryna lock in with you
i know you got n+ggas, i ain’t the only one you f+ckin’, boo
b+tches come like n+ggas these days and they sl!cker too
talk to me like i ain’t sh+t, then f+ck me with a attitude

[chorus: big homiie g]
“you know i got feelings for you, g,” that’s them drugs talkin’
“put that on my kids, you all i need,” that’s them drugs talkin’
“i can’t see myself without you, g,” that’s them drugs talkin’
she said that same sh+t to my lil’ n+gga, b+tches love talkin’
“you know i got feelings for you, g,” that’s them drugs talkin’
“put that on my kids, you all i need,” that’s them drugs talkin’
“i can’t see myself without you, g,” that’s them drugs talkin’
she said that same sh+t to my lil’ n+gga, b+tches love talkin’

[verse 2: big homiie g]
who you think you foolin’? i know bullsh+t when i hear it
i put diamonds in my t++th, but i could’ve went veneers
this my car, ho, let me steer (skrrt), you can f+ck one of my peers
i can’t get mad, i can’t talk down ’bout no n+gga, sh+t ain’t in my convo
man, wе so up in the sky at the condo
f+ckin’ your b+tch and i’m smokin’ a [?]
she likе, “i love you, g,” i be like, “i know”
i know she lyin’ to me, she a nympho
she just like f+ckin’ on n+ggas with money
she on my d+ck after church on a sunday
head so fire, can’t even lie (what?)
i’m in love with her bunny (i’m in love with her head)
[chorus: big homiie g & k carbon & both]
“you know i got feelings for you, g,” that’s them drugs talkin’
“i put that on my kids, you all i need,” that’s them drugs talkin’
“i can’t see myself without you, g,” that’s them drugs talkin’
she said that same sh+t to my lil’ n+gga, b+tches love talkin’ (it’s carbon)

[verse 3: k carbon]
n+ggas love b+tches who pretty and paid, how can i help it?
throwin’ this ass back, screamin’, “i love you,” scream it back out as he catch it (i love you)
but we boomin’ on these drugs, baby, so we don’t get attachment
’cause you ask me about another n+gga, i’ma feel disrespected (what you on?)
he steady tellin’ lies, pourin’ that wock’ in that weak+ass styrofoam (yeah, whatever)
i’m the doin’ the same sh+t you do (what’s wrong?), you know what time we on (keep it fair)
then you puttin’ on your dead homie, the same one you be cappin’ on (haha)
he rollin’ over in his grave, i’m rollin’ dope up, sh+t, and goin’ alone
yeah, i admit that i be lyin’ (’bout what?), that’s that leo in me
this n+gga rather be with me, but i’m for the streets, i’d rather sick to pimpin’ (boy, you crazy)
expensive taste, baccarat scent on this expensive linen
baby, i’m the n+gga with the money, i ain’t like them other b+tches
“ooh, you gotta have my baby, call me,” that them drugs talkin’ (boy, you high)
let me bust on them vvs, get wet when i see them slugs talkin’ (come here)
bust my windows and my back out same night, b+tches love toxic (bop, bop)
and if i get high as h+ll, i’d think that we in love probably (on god)

- big homiie g lyrics

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