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loren joseph – talkin’ shit lyrics

mob sh-t baby
just let me talk my sh-t
talkin’ sh-t on these tracks
i ain’t taking it back
yeah

[verse 1: logan]
you remember days when we use to pull up in the black explorer, you could smell us coming from afar
straight hotboxed, full of fog
back when i was stuck on that dumb b-tch, haley baby, i done came far
they said i’d never make it this far
look at me now b-tch i’m a star
listen to me talk sh-t off these yellow bars, i ain’t even sick son
might drop a tape called the “yellow gate” just to prove i’m the sick one
me and dom and dos riding through the ville, tryna find us a lick son
and before you talk about my career, motherf-ckers better get one
man i get paid to do what i love for this blood, tears and this sweat
you like thirty five working 9 to 5’s and your stupid -ss is in debt
sh-t real
feo mob poppin like pills
i’m like 20 years old making more money than all of yall how you feel
motherf-cker how do you feel?

[hook]
they say i talk sh-t in these tracks, i ain’t taking it back
i ain’t taking it back, b-tch i ain’t taking it back
feo mob be up in that trap, we be spitting that crack
know we spitting that crack, b-tch, know we spitting that crack
they say i talk sh-t in these tracks, i ain’t taking it back
i ain’t taking it back, man i ain’t taking it back
they say i talk sh-t in these tracks, i ain’t taking it back
i ain’t taking it back, b-tch i ain’t taking it back

[verse 2: dos phendi]
i been ballin son, i’m ray charles barkley, you just ain’t seen it yet
riding in that kia but i know soon it’s gon be a tes
f-ckin’ with this lil immigrant, ain’t got her visa yet
she playin’ hard to get, far from innocent but beat the case
a couple shortys callin, tryna f-ck who ain’t even meet us yet
n-gg-s talkin tough, boy they bluffing they ain’t seen us yet
call them out like “what you talking about”
they ain’t repeating sh-t
they just retreat and dip to a scene and slip
a scene and slip

[verse 3: logan]
doing a hundred in a whip, imagine if this was an aston
i just got a ticket, they caught me speeding down ashland
like motherf-ck the cops, middle fingers to the opps
i can’t fold, i remember when i stayed up on that block
apartment all on that 3rd floor, these b-tches on my dic
everybody talking to me, they tryna get vip
ballin’ out, ballin out, shorty why you wiling now?
i be out here mobbin with my bros, b-tch we mobbin out
i’m lexin on them, i know, ay
flexin on them, i know, ay
tell they -ss if they want problems we can get it crackin right now
i ain’t fear nothing, i can’t fold, all this sh-t off the top of my dome
got your main b-tch in my room, off that xan she moving so slow, woah

[verse 4: dos phendi]
man it’s so easy, put me up there with weezy or something
feel like these haters don’t believe me or something
man this game ain’t sh-t without me, boy i bleed for this
take your b-tch, f-ck your b-tch, leave the b-tch
i’m with jason or hova, easier cold, got a flow that the label just need and sh-t
that just ain’t peaking my interest, i’m so focused on avoiding this sentence
smoking dope, finna cop me some [?]
off a xan, i’m barely comprehending right now
a f-ck n-gg- finna get offended right now
a b-tch n-gg- might get offended right now
a stain just might get offended right now cause your main b-tch f-ckin around with phendi right now
your broad with me, i erase as soon as i smash em and
my dogs with me like a racer in alaska yeah
she at the mall with me, she want, don’t gotta ask none
my new b-tch is wicked, boy don’t ask me how i did it
got a foreign rolling dope, pour a four, say she an actress
she don’t care about nothing, boy that money what she after, ay
i’m used to sitting on that green bay, she say roger that
pop a fifth, counting cash, talking sh-t, she gotta have it, yeah

- loren joseph lyrics

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