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ggot curt - louisiana talk lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
uhn, b+tch (let’s go, n+gga)
yeah, ay’
ay’ what that n+gga say? (where my drank at?)
b+tch, yeah (this that 3+1+8 louisiana sh+t)
ay’
say let that bit’, go like this
yeah

[verse 1]
ay’ let me go
ay’ say them people know they know (uhn)
mane i’ma f+ckin’ do my sh+t
you see that sh+t up in my clothes
don’t come to me wit’ all that p+ssy sh+t
i smell it wit’ my nose
lil’ boy, you know that you a ho’
mane you don’t want no f+ckin’ smoke, b+tch
ay mane we talkin’ ’bout some alligators
you know i’m from that bay (that bay, b+tch)
mane i’ma do my f+ckin’ thing
don’t give no f+ck ’bout what you say
that ho’ she snaked me, now she think
i’m finna motherf+ckin’ chase
mane i’ma go and get ya laced
and now that sh+t a closed case, b+tch
[chorus]
ay’ let’s walk that walk
ay’ mane thеm boys can’t talk that talk
mane they know that i go crazy
by the way that i go off
b+tch, by thе way you lookin’ at me
b+tch, you think i’m f+ckin’ soft?
mane i’ma go and get you crossed
this that louisiana talk, b+tch

[verse 2]
b+tch, i put that mask on
then i’ma chase you like i’m jason
i put that lightning through yo’ body
like i’m motherf+ckin’ tasin’
i take ya head up off ya neck
and now you look like you adjacent
and then i put you on the ground
you know you small just like a raisin, n+gga
ay’ do you figure?
you know them n+ggas pullin’ triggers
i can’t be f+ckin’ wit’ these ho’s, they want that gold
they be some diggers
she say she motherf+ckin’ like me
cause she said my d+ck was bigger
and they be tryna play these games
just like the motherf+ckin’ riddler
ay mane i’m motherf+ckin’ certified
lil’ b+tch, i be the realest
ay say, don’t come to me wit’ that p+ssy sh+t
lil’ b+tch, i be the illest (illest n+gga)
mane you could say i got the flu
because lil’ b+tch, i be the sickest
ay’ b+tch, i’m from that f+ckin’ boot
you know them n+ggas do that k!llin’
[verse 3]
and they be doin’ some f+ckin’ dealin’
mane we be dancin’, we be jiggin’ (uhn, uhn)
mane i might take it off ya head
and hit the motherf+ckin’ chicken
mane we ain’t f+ckin’ wit’ no b+tches
we don’t do no f+ckin’ trickin’
mane i’ma spin that ho’ around
until she motherf+ckin’ dizzy, yeah (yeah)
i be the sl!ckest
ay’ b+tch, i’m motherf+ckin’ busy
mane i’ma stack up all my bread
until i be the f+ckin’ richest
i saw yo’ b+tch, i know she want me
she don’t do no f+ckin’ pickin’
and then i take her f+ckin’ p+ssy
then i get it, then i l!ck it, b+tch

[chorus]
ay’ let’s walk that walk
ay’ mane them boys can’t talk that talk
mane they know that i go crazy
by the way that i go off
b+tch, by the way you lookin’ at me
b+tch, you think i’m f+ckin’ soft?
mane i’ma go and get you crossed
this that louisiana talk (b+tch)
[chorus]
(ay’ let’s walk that walk)
(ay’ mane them boys can’t talk that talk)
(mane they know that i go crazy)
(by the way that i go off)
(b+tch, by the way you lookin’ at me)
(b+tch, you think i’m f+ckin’ soft?)
(mane i’ma go and get you crossed)
(this that louisiana talk, b+tch)

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