Stop Talkin

Problem

(Hook) Stop talkin, niggas talking too much She ain’t shit, stop wifin’ these sluts Remember running through nights of that dust I must’ve spent like two nights in her guts It’s too much money out here to be on hoe shit She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip (Verse) Do my dirt alone it’s proven niggas gon snitch It’s hell obvious AINT no honor in this shit no more Her pussy fire but I can’t fuck with that little bitch no more The streets on fire police Justin through them kitchen doors Bruh I gotta touch a billie for I hit the lord Throw a rack for every patna doing state time Check a check for every partna in the ground Who watching over me to make sure I’m safe and sound I don’t see too many real ones when I look around But I keep my head up Never looking down Took my L’s on the chin, never took me down You ain’t got a loyal squad, better get you one You know you on when your opp’s bitch try to give you some Uhh You begin for a pass we ain’t giving none Uhhh Baby poppin ass hope I give her some No That ain’t how it go But you can keep drop drop drop drop droppin to the floor Pop it let it go Baby brought her Homegirl got it poppin at the yo Remember having 4somes is COMPTON on the floor of a molly on my aunties living room floor All facts no cap Ohh ohh Bently truck color suwooop Flip styles Done doing that let’s do this now Kush loud Cristal Pop of the top Baby FaceTimed me then she popped off her top like ohh girl why you got them titties out Needed a rush so she went a pulled some Iggy out Straight dopehead shit went line after line If I told you her name you’d swear i was lying on God Yeah Yeah Ye ye ye yeah (Hook) Stop talkin, niggas talking too much She ain’t shit, stop wifin’ these sluts Remember running through nights of that dust I must’ve spent like two nights in her guts It’s too much money out here to be on hoe shit She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip Do my dirt alone it’s proven niggas gon snitch What What What what what what Whaaaaaaat

Written by: JAMES HAMILTON LEITHAUSER, MATTHEW FREDERICK BARRICK, PAUL C MAROON, PETER M BAUER, WALTER R MARTINLyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Hipgnosis Songs GroupLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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