Correction Lyrics Talk to Me by Feder

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All these b*t*hes wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah

Okay
I'm in UK, overseas
They drive on the right side of street
I can't find nothin' to eat (Let's go)
I just did a show, met a freak
Said she wanna f**k, but I'm tired, I'm goin' to sleep
She wanna f**k, make her pay for it (Ha)
Gotta have patience, b*t*h wait for it (Wait)
I get in that pu**y and kill it (Mm)
I kick and I push like a skateboard (Yerr)
I was just broke
Focused on stickin' my d**k in your ho (Yeah)
Got a taste for her (Yeah, yeah)
I just had a meeting
I had to stop and roll me up some weed
I was late for it
I'm tryna do better with time (Okay)
When she f**k me, she tell me it's mine (No thanks)
Girl, you gotta do better, you lyin' (B*t*h)
Ballin' hard overseas like LeBron
All these b*t*hes wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah
All these b*t*hes wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah

Let's go
I'm in UK like a don (Don)
I go to Paris
When I go shoppin', I see it, I want it, it's mine (Ooh)
VVS clarity
I put some rocks on my wrist so a n***a could shine (Ooh)
My lil' b*t*h out in London a dime (Ooh)
She be f**kin' me good, I ain't lyin' (Ooh)
I be killin' the back from behind (Ooh, ooh)
I took a train to Brussel (Brussel)
I'm overseas, my mind in a trap
I'm tryna get Ps through customs (Customs)
Put your head in my lap
Give me some brain, I got a thang for suckers (Woo)
My lil' b*t*h out in France like no other (Woo)
She got tiddies and a** like a mother (Woo)
Can't lay up, gotta fly out to Russia (Woo)
All these b*t*hes wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah
All these b*t*hes wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah

Okay
You know a n***a got a pa**port, b*t*h, I'm gone now (Yerr)
I'm always on the road livin' out a suitcase, a n***a never home now
I was f**ked up, tryna take a n***a off, ironic that I'm on now
And the same n***a's hatin' baby mama and they kid listen to my songs now

Talk to me
Talk to me
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah

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