Текст Yung Pinch – Talk That Shit

Cardo got wings
Oh yeah, yeah
Beach boy in the sun
Beach boy in the sun

Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, yeah
Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, I told her
No, I cannot be your man (cannot be your man)
No, I cannot hold your hand (cannot hold your hand)
She said, «Okay, boy, you’re dead to me»
Told her spread my ashes on the sand, yeah, yeah

I was tryna make a name for us (yeah)
I was working night and day for us
She said, «Beach boy, you so cold now, yeah»
This the road that we came toward
Played my role, you need to play yours
I’m the kid you heard the things about
Cruising through the city and they praise him now
All these hoes, they wanna take me down
Swoop your bitch and took her home, ain’t even take her out
Yeah, don’t try to play me (you can’t play me)
I turn that good girl into a bad one if you make me, yeah
Make that bitch do a 180
She came from the hills out to the beach in her Mercedes
Ooh, I think she want me, wet like a tsunami
No, you can’t replace me, that’s probably why she hate me
Catch me riding shotty, bad bitch like my Uber

Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, yeah
Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, I told her
No, I cannot be your man
No, I cannot hold your hand
She said, «Okay, boy, you’re dead to me»
Told her spread my ashes on the sand, yeah, yeah
Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, yeah
Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, yeah

Bite my lip, ask my shit
Don’t ride my wave, ride my dick
Lock that door, keep it closed
They catching on again, switch my flow
I did it again, I did it again, told you I’d do it again
Started a trend, I started a trend, watch them all follow the track
4ever Yung until the end, there ain’t no need to pretend
Put up with hoe, shawty a ten, and so is her a friend, yeah
That’s my babies, swear I love em’ but they always drive me crazy
Yelling at me always, think we need some off days
Whole lot has changed since you see me in them hallways

Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, yeah
Talk that shit, talk that shit
Talk that shit, she love it when I talk that shit, I told her
No, I cannot be your man (cannot be your man)
No, I cannot hold your hand (cannot hold your hand)
She said, «Okay, boy, you’re dead to me»
Told her spread my ashes on the sand, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah