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soulja slim - talk now lyrics

[hook: traci & soulja slim]
uh-huh b-tches what (x3)
y’all ain’t talking bout nothing
uh-uh n-gga what (x3)
y’all ain’t talking bout nothing

[verse 1: traci]

want the n-ggas to pay attention, b-tches ain’t no compet-tion
y’all n-ggas already feel i’m a pure addiction
[?] with you street hoes from a distance
i run with some cutt throaters and we [?] in coogi
i be acting on that -ss like i’m auditioning for a movie
b-tches inside of their range, now treat them like hoes
4.0 street sweepers just to [?] b-tches over
[?] 2002 cadillac escalade
not to mention one that’s my second one and both of ’em was paid
hoes steady blocking cause they see i’m boss made
now they gathering rumors that i’m wanted by the feds
-n-lyzing these hoes cause they ain’t nothing but actors
i’m living the life of currency so i’m a main factor
it’s cutthroat committee [?] f-ck ’em
uh-uh b-tches what, y’all ain’t talking bout nothing

[hook]

[verse 2: soulja slim]
i’m well known in that soulja land
willing to die for my bricks, you won’t understand
soulja signed between my eyebrows, you got one too
that mean you a soulja cause you tote choppers too?
i’m from that magnolia, f-cking well right block a few
haters to shoot
what y’all wanna do
we could take it to the battlefield
y’all not bout no combat, so you best chill, tryna play real
n-ggas get f-cked over all day
my soulja got sell dope the hallway with a small pay
sick scope [?]
that’s why me and my homie came up
momma told me not to go in that circle, it was dangerous
but now we own it
[?] outsiders can’t roam it, we got this
n-ggas be trying to hold they spot down like us, they jocked it
you gon’ die with that soulja rag
keep throwing it up, i’ma take your [?] down bad
won’t give a f-ck bout who you are and who you runs with
cause my committee, they be all about that dumb sh-t, that pull out the gun sh-t
and i’m gonna be the last man standing
[?] gun in hand letting lose shots pistol popping like [?]
y’all n-ggas ain’t ready for war
i can tell i’m from that uptown zone, gun smoke is all i smell
shouts out to my n-ggas in jail
keep the [?] business and mail

[hook]

- soulja slim lyrics

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