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ytb fatt - too much talkin lyrics

[intro]
right there, yeah, g+grab that one
yeah, grab that one
yeah, the one with the b+tton on it
([?], it’s too loud)
gimme that one too, gimme that one too
yeah, yeah
on zay, uh, uh

[verse]
if i was you n+ggas, i wouldn’t f+ck with mcfadden, just clear the wall in the p+wn shop (uh)
police ass n+gga tryna link with my k!llers, sosa been still knockin’ off ya top (yeah)
n+gga, this city so godd+mn little, you can run, i’ma still get the drop (yeah)
just bought a chopper the size of a glock, now it’s easy to aim for the top
her n+gga already caught me slippin’, i’ma shoot and look fast, i ain’t just talkin’ out my mouth
i really racks in, runnin’ the city, n+gga, my grandma can vouch
i got like four millionaires tryna sign me, but i’m still posted at the crack house
37+thousand on my godd+mn neck, when i see ’em, on zay, i’ma still gun ’em down
wish i could tell biggie, “we ain’t linkin’ with no p+ssies. this sh+t on the floor when you get out.”
on lil’ zay, i could’ve been changed me and and my hood life but i ain’t even wanna take the hundred+thousand
n+gga, i’m on the side of my grandma house, .223 with a hunnid round
i heard some n+ggas want smoke with them foxes, went a bought some more hunnid rounds
n+gga, i been on the road so much, if the smoke get heavy, i ain’t goin’ out of town (yeah)
i know the gang unit got this sh+t on repeat so i’m calming it down
(shh), n+gga, yeah, calming it down
these n+ggas know we the deepest in the city but wait ’til them members on the town (yeah)
i got some n+ggas still tryna slide for zay but i’m calming ’em down (p+ssy)
we ain’t even linkin’ up with new n+ggas in this sh+t, it ain’t sh+t with you clowns
n+gga, i ain’t gon’ lie, ain’t n0body going in this town
my n+gga just called, like “fatt, i can’t slide ’cause b+tch, i’m on the stove right now” (p+ssy)
i know he ain’t lying, he stay ready to gun some’ down
he say when he done cookin’ this sh+t, he gon’ get his j’s car then beat up the town
n+gga, we the reason why the p+wn shop runnin’ out of k’s, foxes cleaning sh+t out
i ain’t gotta lie ’bout none with this chop sh+t, n+gga, b+tch, we still see droughts
unc’ say the narcotics finna hit the spot so we took the bowls from under grandma couch
if you think i’m lyin’ in any of these songs, on zay, come figure me out
my young n+gga didn’t pick the phone up for me, so i guess he hangin’ out the window right now
n+gga, you know what come with playin’ with them foxes, (hrr), air yo’ sh+t out
the feds gon’ come if they know i put the (hrr) on the back of my strap
every time them p+ssies hit the ‘net, n+gga, we buyin’ them straps
[outro]
n+gga, n+gga, we buyin’ them straps
p+ssy, n+gga, buyin’ them straps
yeah, n+gga, pull up and air yo’ sh+t out
i ain’t even gotta call my young n+ggas, they pull up, air yo’ sh+t out
p+ssy

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