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quin nfn – talkin’ my shit lyrics

[intro]
ayy, back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a n-gga
then you can go meet with the n-gga (let’s lean)
nowadays these n-ggas dont go to school
but they be at the crib trynna tweet with a n-gga
turn that sh-t back khi
i’m ready for this talkin’ my sh-t
hold on, hold on

[verse 1]
ayy, ayy (gang), back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a n-gga
then you can go meet with the n-gga (let’s lean)
nowadays these n-ggas don’t go to school
but they be at the crib trynna tweak with a n-gga (uh, uh)
2015, b-tch i couldn’t get a fee from a n-gga
now boys wanna eat with a n-gga
got on say cheese and blew up
they was sleep on a n-gga now they wanna speak on a n-gga
gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a n-gga
real ice, come and ski on a n-gga (ice, ice)
she know i’m a dog, but you can’t put a leash on a n-gga
we smoking a p in the sprinter (d-mn, d-mn)
go creep with my n-gga, she eat the p-n-s for dinner
i still spit some heat in december (okay)
og in a swisher, pour up some lean with a k!ller
then go hit the scene with my n-gga
go hit a jugg i be stacking and moving (i’m stackin’)
my n-ggas ballin’ like p-ssing and shooting (grra, grra)
like a vacation, we packing and moving
she taking a pic while i’m smacking her booty (on gang)
i eat the beat i be smacking and chewing
she eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling
opps see a n-gga they laughing and cooling
when we see them n-ggas, we clappin’ and shooting (grra)
b-tch, i’m never lacking, my tool it be on
still got the glock with some louis v on (on gang)
hit from the back, man that coochie be gone
i’m in the coup dripping juice and vlone
don’t-don’t got a bag, i won’t get on a song
don’t-don’t got a bag b-tch you need you a loan
not needing td i just got in my zone
your b-tch shaking -ss on the app in my phone
ayy, that lil’ b-tch stalking my pics
ayy, i might water faucet my wrist
now i got her stalking my d-ck (my d-ck)
now they got me talking my sh-t (my sh-t)
aye gang, hold on, ayy
now they got me talking my sh-t
ayy, they got me talking my sh-t
lil’ b-tch, ayy, they got me talking my sh-t

[verse 2]
no love for a thot, i’m in love with them dollars
spot me an opp make them fold like a collar (grra)
she wanna kick it like we playing soccer
i’m still it the 4 with a glock for a robber (on gang)
i heard you f-ck n-ggas be talking ’bout thuggin’
signing they life, p-ssy boy you a puppet (huh)
you see them boys on the net and they clutching
f-ck n-ggas be naked when you see ’em in public (dumb-ss)
come to my show trynna trip and its over
d-gg-ng your b-tch with the stick in the sofa (i’m on that)
i bought his b-tch, she be feeling this yoda (on gang)
gold on my chain i be feeling like homer (gang)
i do my thang toss a b-tch like a floater
run up a check with my main in the rover (i’m gone)
drip like the rain with my gang ’til it’s over
i used to hit stains, i’m the same but i’m older (gang)

[outro]
ayy, i used to hit stains, but i’m older
ayy, i used to hit stains, but i’m older
ayy, b-tch, i used to hit stains, but i’m older, ayy

- quin nfn lyrics

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