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number foe - don’t wanna talk lyrics

[intro]
hm
aye ahhhh
(aye b)
(don’t wanna talk it out)
don’t wanna talk it out
b+tch
ahahah
i don’t wanna talk it out
hm, hah

[verse]
whenever i catch the boy, i don’t wanna talk it out, hop out the car with this drac’ and just walk ’em down (bow, bow, bow)
got a glock from my o.g. no hand me down
bet when he see me that boy try to turn around (try to turn away)
out in public, i’m thugging, and clutching
let’s talk about glizzies, you know that them stay around (where yo glock at)
shot the boy in the face, he fell on the ground, like he got shot in his leg, (sit yo [?] down) ’cause i sat him down
i’ma gangsta this life, though won’t make a sound
call me a p
do my time i’m back on that timing (okay)
n+gga dissing the gang, i don’t get it
just like they have a schedule, they just wanna kick it (be a fan)
opps crazy, no tucking my semi
at war with thе city
my windows be tinted (get yo b+tch ass hеre)
you know i can’t go out like bruh
get nailed to the city
get smoked like a chimney (hah)
out the window, i’ma still be a gangster, just fresh a b+tch with a glock in my bridget’s (no cap)
i get full of these drugs, i’ma deep smoker
smoke a opp back to back and this sh+t got me trippin’ (d+mn)
i can swear i just seen me a ghost
high as f+ck, how it feel like i’m nailed to the floor (get up there)
got a beam on the chop’, with a scope
stomped a opp in the club, turnt around and got ghost (we seen him)
i’ve been doing this sh+t since 11
you n+ggas my sons
you can’t have a stepdaddy (no father)
i’ll give you this glock
you tote smith & wesson?
you gotta do better (bow)
this sh+t can get hectic (bow, bow)
ridin’ with some guns, but they just for protection
even though i shoot first like i was jj redd+ck (let’s go)
show me you gangster (let’s go)
just step when you ready (let’s go)
you freeze on a l!ck and this sh+t can get deadly (come on)
homicides in the air, like coronavirus
unless you wanna tweak, you better go out
.458 chopper got power
opps crazy, f+ck them n+ggas, they some cowards
[outro]
b+tches i stamp that
you hear me?
i stamp that on joe
aye
no i don’t wanna talk it out

- number foe lyrics

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