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big k.r.i.t. - talkin bout nothin lyrics

[verse 1: big krit]
ever since i was a youngin’ up in my grandmomma’s house
watchin “the mack”, reciting it back, like, “boy what you talkin’ ’bout”
droppin’ a switch, hittin’ a l!ck
trynna get rich off in this b-tch
droppin’ my top, i’m poppin my trunk
i’m whippin’ my wheel like i’m whippin’ my grits
these n-ggas ain’t sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t real
these n-ggas is frauds
most these haters been cuffing, crushing, loving all on they broads
so i pull up car, slam a do’, break a ho down
run her throat ’til it’s sore, p-ss that ho ’round
i say hold up, d-mn krit that’s f-cked up, i know it
they say hold up, d-mn, krit let’s pour up, i four it
i’m feeling good, feeling great, how are you?
so much b-ss when i pop my tape
can’t feel my face, can you feel yours too?
i got this here, i got this here
might have to chop that up
her p-ssy wet, she swab the d-ck
might have to mop that up
she say what’s happenin’?, i’m trynna f-ck
might have to prop that up
bop that up, c-ck that up
don’t act all shocked, b-tch, slop that up

[hook]
i need that
i want that
i’m ’bout that
what’s happenin?
i seen that
i bought that
i own that
i’m snappin’
yall n-ggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
not a thing, not a-not a thing ho
yall n-ggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
not a thing, not a-not a thing ho
yall n-ggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
not a thing, not a-not a thing ho
yall n-ggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
that i can’t do, that you done done that i ain’t did

[verse 2]
ain’t n0body trippin’ on yo ho, ain’t into that
ain’t n0body trippin’ on yo ho, i give her back
cut her slack, let her go, cause she was in the vi
ain’t like i be askin’ for attention when i be out
so much tint that i can’t see y’all, stressin’ busses with they feet out
if you ain’t suckin’ or f-ckin’, well, you should keep out
shoot the kind of bill, when they buss it gotta be by
she ain’t gotta beg, if she lookin’ i can see
right on they v i drop yo tea top, haters tend to leave out
the bottles servin’, poppin’, shawty look at all that we got
look at all that we on, tell them bloggers be gone
f-ck wutchu been talkin bout, they couch i put my feet on
ain’t no blood for these haters, ain’t no love for these fakes
i was born in the country, i ain’t trippin on a snake
i been fishing for some b-tches, all i ever had was bait
if you think you got a problem with it, tell it to my b-ss

[hook]

- big k r i t lyrics

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