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j.m.b. - tms (talk my sh*t) lyrics

[chorus]
let me talk my sh+t
let me do my thing
let me row your boat
go on lose control
friends that turn to foe
yeah i’m high they low
tipping on they toes
bad like that you know

[verse 1]
what arena should we shut down first?
pretty like selena still no makeup here
thigh high boots with my ayra skirt
and my lashes set lips so cute they stare
strut and slay walking on the runway, hey!
face card straight ain’t no decline here
ice on me stat! getting pretty hot here
and yeah i’m sat jmb’s bout to prеmier
uh
gat all these b+tchеs rattled but i’m with the title
depending on these n+ggas for their lives and survival
mini pablets spread like cancer call themselves master
self made hard work that’s their f+cking caption
it’s eight and it’s late go home
we ain’t f+cking with you and those stupid hoes
where the lit girls at? come on stand up
where the real ones at? of course we know
[chorus 2]
let me talk my sh+t
let me do my thing
let me row your boat
go on lose control
friends that turn to foe
yeah i’m high they low
tipping on they toes
bad like that you know

[verse 2]
oh, two arenas down which one is next?
see me doing good now i know why them just dey vex
join the line now come on let me sign on your vest
it’s jmb baby struting stunning you know the rest
and when i’m bagging, you know it be the best
that 6 foot n+gga really let me rest on his chest i mean, on sight, he did spill and confess
that i’m the realest that he ever met
on a real i got ‘em shuddering gatta be really humbling
they praying that they stumble on me yet some n+ggas fumbling the bag
coach ella on it, teach that ballerina and point me to the hottest b+tch in the club
only when i’m absent that title go to her
i might just mike tyson send a blow to her
get her a job before i assign one to her
let me talk my sh+t answer to no one
i’m bored of y’all
[chorus 2]
let me talk my sh+t
let me do my thing
let me row your boat
go on lose control
friends that turn to foe
yeah i’m high they low
tipping on they toes
bad like that you know

let me talk my sh+t
let me do my thing
let me row your boat
go on lose control
friends that turn to foe
yeah i’m high they low
tipping on they toes
bad like that you know

- j m b lyrics

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