makaveligodd - talking crazy lyrics
spittin to the beat in the pace of the drum
bass in my ears til my face go numb
take a sip from the blood of the nation
tennesee hoe you can tell ’em where im from
take another drink, fill another cup of it
records don’t sell, i tell ’em that it’s tough love
talkin’ bout your album, makin all that stuff up
lalalalalala p+ssy shut the f+ck up (ay)
ima hit the blunt even if its too short
i got a b+tch from an island but it’s new york
i got a mama in atlanta she get so mad
but she know who gon’ beat it up when she need cash
i’m a pimp, why you think they call me the mak daddy
ima tip a b+tch for the fact that she got a fatty
i got flows for days, a student of thе game
i put my head in the clouds but nothing was thе same
let it breathe, let that beat breathe, ima need to stop before i make somebody bleed
i got four b+tches hanging off me
and every single one of ’em was bout as fine as me
let it breathe, let that beat breathe, ima need to stop before i make somebody bleed
i got four b+tches hanging off me
and every single one of ’em was bout as fine as me
i’ve died twice so don’t nothing really faze me, i be in ice spice dm’s talking crazy, i be on that f+ck you boy pay me, talking to my self ’bout it on the daily
i’ve died twice so don’t nothing really faze me, i be in ice spice dm’s talking crazy, i be on that f+ck you boy pay me, talking to my self ’bout it on the daily
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