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gucci mane & b.g. - talk lyrics

[intro: b.g.]
choppers & bricks (choppa city, you heard?)
(d+d+dj paul)
uh+oh
sh+t ’bout to get real

[verse 1: b.g. & gucci mane]
n+gga gave me some work, i up and ran off (pyoom)
i ain’t gon’ let my block hurt, i hit my man off (hit him)
you want some smoke, i throw them bullets like a fastball (yeah)
you talkin’ ’bout puttin’ me in the dirt? (talk your ass off)
you make a call on me, that’ll be your last call (last one)
i’m come and see you, all you do is (talk your ass off)
she say she want that d+ck, i knocked her ass off (knocked her)
she thought her p+ssy was the sh+t, she (talk your ass off)
i got a hot girl, remind me of kash doll
she take that mask off, i told her (talk your ass off)
you want beef with me? man, that’s a bad call (bad)
i ain’t gon’ cap, i’ma move first, you (talk your ass off)
real over here, fakе over there and it’s a stand off
gamе on the line, we tryna win, i take the handoff (off)
i told that b+tch come in my room, first, take your pants off (take ’em off)
i ain’t got time if all you do is (talk your ass off)
i hit the streets, got straight to work and went straight past y’all (straight past)
i mean, i blast off, snitch n+ggas, can’t stand y’all (at all)
i don’t do no trash talk (nah), haters get left off (left)
i let that k blast off, you (talk your ass off)
keep playin’ with me, i’ll make your mama get that sad call
i made my circle tight and small and it’s been payin’ off
a lot of n+ggas just don’t know it, i’ve been sparin’ y’all
the internet, i’m layin’ off (talk your ass off, go)
[verse 2: gucci mane]
atlanta junkie, yeah, real flank but i’m the real boss
i let my money keep talkin’ for me, now (talk your ass off)
he throwin’ shots, they indirect, but now the glove’s off
hire paid attorneys if i get caught then (talk your ass off)
plug dropped the price the time i cop it and it’s that real raw (that dirty)
talkin’ ’bout that sh+t that leave you numb, this sh+t might freeze your jaw
you see some sh+t you shouldn’t have saw, you better not call the law (no)
we shoot first then ask questions later like quick draw mcgraw (bah+bah)
lil’ jit keep stackin’ up on choppers, he ready for war
a half a brick or even less to find you dead in your car
i be the dictionary, wrote a book dedicated to scarr
somebody lied, i’m not a star now (talk your ass off, it’s gucci)

[outro: gucci mane]
choppers & bricks
(talk your ass off)
(talk your ass off)

- gucci mane b g lyrics

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