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dillan grey – game talk lyrics

[intro]
ayy man, dillan, you gotta tell these n+ggas what it is, man
you gotta show ’em that game talk, mayn
whole game f+cked up, whole game f+cked up, mayn (yah)

[chorus]
this a big bag
still that n+gga that might have to pull up on yo b+tch ass
if i push up in that mazi i could give ’em whiplash
40 with the laser, f+ck whoever tryna get bad
when i up that choppa i could make a n+gga sprint fast
buddy askin’ me about his shorty and that’s old news
she was for the streets, my other potna said he told you
now you hatin’ on me cause i’m stuntin’ on my own too
pillow talking, that’s that sh+t that all the f+ckin’ hoes do

[verse 1]
and i’ve been on my sh+t
i’ve been on my grind
i’ve been ready to up any tool like it’s hammertime
gettin’ mine
say she wanna f+ck, lil mama get in line
n+ggas say they run the game and we been at the finish line
hold the phone
shorty on my line cause she home alone
calling me because she want this big dog to throw a bone
ballin’ b+tch but don’t let me get p+ssed off cause i’m throwing bows
suge knight cause i’m chokin ‘hoes
dry clothes i keep soakin’ those
[chorus]
this a big bag
still that n+gga that might have to pull up on yo b+tch ass
if i push up in that mazi i could give ’em whiplash
40 with the laser, f+ck whoever tryna get bad
when i up that choppa i could make a n+gga sprint fast
buddy askin’ me about his shorty and that’s old news
she was for the streets, my other potna said he told you
now you hatin’ on me cause i’m stuntin’ on my own too
pillow talking, that’s that sh+t that all the f+ckin’ hoes do

[interlude]
man dillan, i still think these n+ggas don’t know what it is man
you gotta keep that sh+t packin’, right
tell ’em what it is

[verse 2]
if you really want be a player listen to this
don’t you ever talk about who other n+ggas done hit
thinking that shorty finna bust it cause you spillin’ the beans
all that made you was just a p+ssy n+gga in heat
now you sittin’ on the gram tryna find a pic of her and her mans
up in the comments like “you with him again?
his fit wack, and he ain’t all that”
p+ssy n+gga that’s the same lame n+gga who been blowin’ her back
but see me? i keep it cool and ion never ever stress her
and beat it up then leave a couple hunnids on the dresser
do not let me
one conversation got the box sweaty
ready to drop like a drop chevy
i’m in the bentley continental with one hand in her tw+t, deadly
it’s gettin’ hot, somebody drop nelly
[chorus]
this a big bag
still that n+gga that might have to pull up on yo b+tch ass
if i push up in that mazi i could give ’em whiplash
40 with the laser, f+ck whoever tryna get bad
when i up that choppa i could make a n+gga sprint fast
buddy askin’ me about his shorty and that’s old news
she was for the streets, my other potna said he told you
now you hatin’ on me cause i’m stuntin’ on my own too
pillow talking, that’s that sh+t that all the f+ckin’ hoes do

- dillan grey lyrics

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