peeweedaplug - no talkin' lyrics
[intro]
(gold haze on the track)
shoutout my n-gga haze…yeah
no just blaze, it’s just haze
that mean it’s gold haze on the beat, b-tch
[chorus]
[2x]
we don’t really do no talkin’, chalk him
pull up in a coupe that’s flawless (skrrtt)
my b-tch drop dead, get a coffin, caution
she don’t f-ck wit n-ggas who ain’t bosses (no way)
y’all n-ggas takin’ them losses, often
y’all n-ggas really ain’t ballin’ (ain’t ballin’)
all my n-ggas think profit, guapin’
whole lotta racks in they pockets (cash)
[verse]
no we ain’t ballin’ the same (no)
i’m not in ya league, n-gga (no way)
i know you came wit the b-tch (yikes)
but imma leave wit her (she mine)
she want a n-gga like plug (duh)
i live a h-lluva life (facts)
go to the mall, spend a dub (racks)
don’t gotta look at the price (eeeee)
weak -ss n-gga, need to go and get ya weight up
claim that you ballin’, can’t even make a layup
my b-tch want celine, so you know i gonna pay up
broke -ss n-gga, couldn’t buy makeup (what?)
then get surprised when the b-tch wants to break-up
sleepin’ on me, now n-ggas gotta wake up
saved by the bell, like i’m a.c. slater
crib so big, where the f-ck is my neighbors?
i8 coupe, no roof, never seen that
ain’t fat joe, but i’ll tell a b-tch “lean back”
k!lla cam dipset, know i really mean that
give a b-tch a call, if she ask where her ring at
i’m pimpin’ and sippin’, i’m swervin’, n-gga
can’t f-ck wit the fake, i’m allergic, n-gga
don’t f-ck wit the cake, we’ll hurt ya, n-gga
hoes say i look richer in person, n-gga
[refrain]
i’m whippin’ that bent like gordon (skrrtt)
my wrist tellin’ me i’m important (bling)
your b-tch tellin’ me that i’m gorgeous (duh)
b-tch got her tongue out like jordan (jordan)
aye, get the cake, then a wraith
half a mil’, in the safe
i look good, she wanna taste
put the d-ck, on her face
i’m whippin’ that bent like gordon (skrrtt)
my wrist tellin’ me i’m important (bling)
your b-tch tellin’ me that i’m gorgeous (duh)
b-tch got her tongue out like jordan (ughh)
get the cake, then a wraith
half a mil’, in the safe
i look good, she wanna taste
put the d-ck, on her face
[chorus]
[2x]
we don’t really do no talkin’, chalk him
pull up in a coupe that’s flawless (skrrtt)
my b-tch drop dead, get a coffin, caution
she don’t f-ck wit n-ggas who ain’t bosses (no way)
y’all n-ggas takin’ them losses, often
y’all n-ggas really ain’t ballin’ (ain’t ballin’)
all my n-ggas think profit, guapin’
whole lotta racks in they pockets (cash)
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