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tink - talkin about lyrics

feat. lil herb

where the f-ck you been at?
you ain’t came to the crib in a minute
sitting on the block while i’m looking at the clock
you ain’t thought about me
went and got so tied up with this street sh-t
you can’t even make time for a real b-tch
the one that hold your weight when you’re working out the stay
how you gonna play me?

look
and i ain’t even been up on the block
i’m tryna make it happen, girl, look at all my life
and all the loud talking need to stop
you know you gonna be with me at the top
when them other b-tches not
i gotta get this cake so i moved out of state
i ain’t called, baby, ain’t wanna rub it in your face
see your fam in the background stay up in this place
just wait till i slide, you can say it to my face

ain’t n-body in the background
why you gotta be so petty?
heard you f-cking on a b-tch named shady
heard you was all in her spot, giving her what i go
man, i don’t even think that you hear me
when you was in the jail i was writing them letters
couldn’t make bail, i was stuck in that cheddar
but you don’t even care, all you wanna do is play
all you really care about is what the guys gonna say

why you gotta give ’em something to talk about?
everybody got opinions but it don’t mean sh-t to me
i set my own lane, can’t no n-gg- get to me
i f-ck myself up, it is where i’m meant to be
and yeah, yeah, you are holding a n-gg- down
but really that’s the reason why i need you around
we gonna argue and fight when a n-gg- leave town
but every time i come home you know i’mma lay it down

this that sh-t that i be talking, talking about
sh-t that i be talking, talking about
sh-t that i be talking, talking about
sh-t that i be talking, talking about
this that sh-t that i be talking, talking about
sh-t that i be talking, talking about
sh-t that i be talking, talking about
sh-t that i be talking, talking about

girl, i don’t know what you talking about
calm down, why you talking loud?
i put it all on the line when you’re not around
and you complaining about hoes in another town
but you forgot all the gucci, the prada, channel
‘dolce and gabbana, riding around foreign cars, benihanas
them hoes in the street still can’t get a dollar
what’s the problem?

man, f-ck that gucci, just look how you do me
you think that designer make up for this sh-t?
i buy my own prada, man, that’s not the problem
the problem is you too caught up with that b-tch
i need you to come home and give me that beat
i need you to not leave the crib when i’m asleep
i need you to act like a man and stay true to the plan
if you ready, i’m ready, come on

look, all this yelling and saying who wrong
gone keep going on and on
so turn off your phone and repeat your favorite song
just lay back and play along ’cause i’m tired of talking
you the only d-mn thing besides my money on my mind this often
so i’mma take my time and give you everything that i got on my mind
till my mind exhausted

baby, when we laying down in this bed
i’m sorry for the little things that i said
and just like that we were back where we started
f-ck the bullsh-t, matter fact, disregard it
’cause i got your man and i swear that we fan
till i look through your phone, this b-tch on your line

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