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skrilla - talk lyrics

[intro]
(this sh+t gon’ be crazy, jacc)

[chorus: lil baby]
l don’t talk on phones, barely talk to n+ggas (barley)
l don’t talk to hoes, i don’t speak on n+ggas (speak on these f+ck n+ggas)
i be talkin’ facts, miss me with that cap sh+t (cap)
if we talkin’ bags i be talkin’ fast sh+t (fast cash sh+t)
talk, talk (yeah), talk, talk (ayy, ayy)
i don’t talk on phones, barely talk to n+ggas
talk (yeah, woah), talk (woah), talk (woah), talk
if we talkin’ bags, i be talkin’ fast sh+t (fast cash, motherf+cker)

[verse 1: lil baby]
sharin’ the house with js, the doors ain’t got no locks, so i can’t sleep
could’ve been went home, this motherf+cker rollin’, so i can’t leave (yeah)
workin’ out the window (what you what?)
i don’t treat ’em like they smokers, treat ’em like my kinfolk (d+mn)
could’ve been thеre gamblin’, go see what they hittin’ for (bet that hе’d do)
tell lil’ bro come get me, somebody at that window (i’m here)
gotta go, when that sh+t on you can’t miss that window (take bands)
fast cars, a bunch of cash, that’s my m.o. (oh yeah)
white, hard, percs, bars (all that)
i went up to mars (yeah), i’ll be back tomorrow (back there)
n+ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’, i barely hear ’em when they talk (what?)
made a hundred somethin’ million, n+gga, i ain’t goin’ back and forth (at all)
yeah
[chorus: lil baby]
i don’t talk on phones, barely talk to n+ggas (barley)
l don’t talk to hoes, i don’t speak on n+ggas (speak on these f+ck n+ggas)
i be talkin’ facts, miss me with that cap sh+t (cap)
if we talkin’ bags i be talkin’ fast sh+t (fast cash sh+t)
talk, talk (yeah), talk, talk (ayy, ayy)
i don’t talk on phones, barely talk to n+ggas
talk (yeah, woah), talk (woah), talk (woah), talk
if we talkin’ bags, i be talkin’ fast sh+t (fast cash, motherf+cker)

[verse 2: skrilla]
b+tch, i talk gervonte davis, that’s that knockout dogfood pedigree (dogfood)
alligator tranq with xylazine, that make a better me (go, d+mn)
i can’t hit the cup, i’m too geeked up, off rollin’ ketamine
vs1s inside my rolex watch, i got off sellin’ d
that’s that dog talk
what the f+ck wrong with my mind? (my mind) zombie land where i wan’ be (go)
pull up all black, five percent tint, bulletproof on bpv
maison margel’, denim tears, this saint laurent, no gallery (yeah, f+ck that, what? what that bullet)
i can send a blitz and get a n+gga whacked ain’t pay a fee (come here)

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