Lyrics Quin NFN – Talkin’ My Shit
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Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga
Then you can go meet with the nigga
Nowadays these niggas dont go to school
But they be at the crib trynna tweak with a nigga
Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga
Then you can go meet with the nigga
Nowadays these niggas dont go to school
But they be at the crib trynna tweak with a nigga
2015, bitch I couldn’t get a fee from a nigga
Now boys wanna eat with a nigga
Got on Say Cheese and blew up
They was sleep on a nigga now they wanna speak on a nigga
Gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a nigga
Real ice, come and ski on a nigga
She know I’m a dog, but you can’t put a leash on a nigga
We smoking a P in the sprinter
Go creep with my nigga
She eat the penis for dinner
I still spit some heat in December
OG in a swisher, pour up some lean with a killer
Then go hit the scene with my nigga
Go hit a jugg I be stacking and moving
My niggas ballin like passing and shooting
Like a vacation we packing and moving
She taking a pic while I’m smacking her booty
I eat the beat I be smacking and chewing
She eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling
Opps see a nigga they laughing and cooling
When we see them niggas we clappin and shooting
Bitch I’m never lacking, my tool it be on
Hit from the back, man that coochie be gone
Im in the coup dripping juice and Vlone
Don’t-don’t got a bag, I won’t get on a song
Don’t-don’t got a bag bitch you need you a loan
Not needing TD I just got in my zone
Your bitch shaking ass on the app in my phone
That lil bitch stalking my pics
I might water faucet my wrist
Now I got her stalking my dick
Now they got me talking my shit
Aye gang, hold on, aye
Now they got me talking my shit
Now they got me talking my shit
Now they got me talking my shit
No love for a thot, I’m in love with them dollars
Spot me an opp make them fold like a collar
She wanna kick it like we playing soccer
I’m still it the 4 with a Glock for a robber
I heard you fuck niggas be talking bout thuggin
Signing they life, pussy boy you a puppet
You see them boys on the net and they clutching
Fuck niggas be naked when you see ’em in public
Come to my show trynna trip and its over
Dogging your bitch with the stick in the sofa
I bought his bitch, she be feeling this Yoda
Gold on my chain I be feeling like homer
I do my thang toss a bitch like a floater
Run up a check with my main in the Rover
Drip like the rain with my gang ’til it’s over
I used to hit stains, I’m the same but I’m older
Aye
I used to hit stains, but I’m older
I used to hit stains, but I’m older
Bitch I used to hit stains, but I’m older