wuda – talk dat shit lyrics
lil wuda
this what you want?, im really wit it, lil b-tch come and get it
im in the city in the hemi with a glock hold 50. drac(o) in the back seat, its the size of a midget. wish it was you instead your partner
hold up we back spittin. im tired hearing from these hoe n-ggas talking down, make my disabled partner with the choppa walk you down. we on they -ss p-ssy n-ggas can’t even walk around, so many n-ggas used to diss me in they coffins now. when you see me go with your mood b-tch im quick to buss. ill get you touched bet after you die your b-tch get f-cked. if i point this glock you need a wish lil b-tch you outta luck. im outta f-ck, she sucked my d-ck so long i swear im outta nuts. 20 ball for the hoes get my flex on. i dont talk on phones in case the feds tryna catch on. we hit the neck and nuts so why the f-ck he got a vest on? same n-gga k!lled lil rico seen lil wuda and got stepped on. i dont do the cappin if she thic i probably smashed her. in the strrets im very active n-ggas bout sh-t ain’t just rappin. ain’t sh-t fun when wu got the gone lil wuda im the rabbit. have no (?) when they p-ssing make me leave your ash on (?). and i just made a 5 soon as i opened my eyes. dont by rules can’t miss plays so we fold them and the cops. drop that d-ck in a hoe jaw then go drop sof in the (?). not till you fall, not till you broke dont how love with your right guy. my trap phone jumping iphone 6 is my play phone. n-ggas out here cappin, boy the sh-t you got is sprayed on. whole clique got a rile when we pull up bet his face gone. put him in a diaper b-tch them feelings he had stay gone. f-ck tha internet, we can meet how you wanna do it? id usually have on black but ima wack him in some truey. turn your partner to a pack, clip on the mac long like a movie. nutted on a opp hoe face so now that lil b-tch mad and boujee. i know these n-ggas mad, i know these n-ggas wanna k!ll me. you wanna catch me? everyday i got to sharks and get a philly. everyday im f-cking lackin? you believe that sh-t you silly. lay you down without a matress use your (?) for a pillow. put a price tag on his head, thatll get him stressed. ive been swerving please be cool lil homie cuz you bout to wreck. ride with my choppa cuz my glock been trippin jammin like a tec. no fugazzi bought some gucci just to step on n-ggas necks. in that rain with no umbrella young n-gga youll get wet. throw a couple shots n-ggas, lets see how many your -ss catch. ill hit you with 2 lil n-gga if your bity -ss flex. fn 5.7 in a 7.0 vette. deep boy slim black n-gga got ya wet. she say she want some s-x i want the neck, i want a check. i swear that boy a hoe no cap thug he gets no respect. i pull up taking sh-t like come here my niga whats that. i got 10k in these joggers ain’t no lie im tryna dog it. no sclae i eyeball it, rile too long so i sawed it. switch to the vette they say im ballin. wha (?) i pulled up on all 6. sippin lean i ain’t even coughing and the foreign can’t even park it
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