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Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Ok, don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon Shia Lebouf, give me nothin' but gold Cold bitch, she wet, Lake Michigan Fully loaded quesadilla, I work like a Mexican Bad lil' hoe, your trap by hoe Ain't got a lotta tick, can't talk right now I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil ass be watchin'?), lay down Killing these niggas stylistically is a crack rock for 'em He speak facts with the Caps Lock on Hit 'em in the purse, I know that swearing hurts worst Excuse my language, I know the truth sound like curse words Excuse my singing, I know that I may sound like hurt birds All of these C-notes, lazy I, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole And I could peep game You 'gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows Could avalanche, but refrain SongtexteWhat the fuck's a co-sign? That sound like a new fan Fam I been in this shit you acting like I just grew hands Grip that bitch with two hands and blow off a limb in this bitch Space coupe, I feel like Invader Zim in this bitch Pulled up in the black on black, silk wrap like a new perm Ten percent tints, hope twelve don't U-turn Way too much piff in these G-star Lowkey, pullin' strings, niggas speak bass guitar Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer I don't need (I don't need, I don't need, I don't need no co-sign) I got me (A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind) O-M-G (They say I beef, I done told 'em I'm refined I don't need, I don't need, I don't need no co-sign) I got me (A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind) O-M-G (They say I beef, I done told 'em I'm refined) Reposition her, throw me that scalp Throw me that, let me see you turn around Deep conditioner, huh I'ma beat it till it pout Brought my niggas out of dark place, 2 door Cut the power I was couped up, no 2-door Pay my cars I'm no uno, hands looking a lil fudo Your bitch wanna kick it, she do judo Give me the scalp, I want the new growth Smi in your hoodie, just might pullover All of your flowers, stroke your willow Smokin' white widow with a widow One of a cut or roll up two more (roll that shit up) All in your stomach, yeah you know Play instrumental on her menstrual (This shit harder than a motherfucker, I like that) Come back I can give you a lil bit more It don't take much to keep my tempo I don't indulge in extra info I maximize on minimal Freaky, she speaking french to her Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon Shia Lebouf, give me nothin' but gold Cold bitch, she wet, Lake Michigan Fully loaded quesadilla, I work like a Mexican Bad lil' hoe, your trap by hoe Ain't got a lotta tick, can't talk right now I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil ass be watchin'?) Aus Songtexte Mania