CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : P-Talk
(Verse 1: Lil Sheik)
Cuttin on that b*t*h if that b*t*h ain't tryna pay me
Two bands a day I bought a rental I could wait in
Still that same n***a that'll do a n***a shady
Same young wild n***a used to bustin' on three eighties
Born in 2000 nah ian a 90's baby, pushing dope like the 80's got the fiends goin crazy
Packed straight from Burnum me and T.O getting hazy and they hear me lane switch tryna catch another victim
Ima petty n***a so I f**ked the op's sister
Stripper b*t*h busy yea it's hard for you to book her
Real... diamond I can always smoke a cookie
All these n***as really weak it's like this rap game on rookie
Since...day ian never been a pu**y...it all depend on how you looking
How you n***as shreading but ain't sh*t getting took spent a band on my foot just to keep you b*t*hes looking Big Money
(Verse 2: FlexCityStreets)
Haaa she do it all for a dolla
Bust a day for the guala then she bring it back to Papa
Cashin on designer got me f**king up my profit
I can't hold a conversation less it's money as a topic
N***as claim they pimpin boy they frontin need to stop it
You in love with the b*t*h that's why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blunt baby that's your only option
She had family from the city so I sent her down to Stockden
Slidin in a foreign cookies falling out the window
I'm in the game boy and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucka says beef I tell him ian get the memo
Everybody think it's sweet until its time to pull a demo
40 with a 30 put it to a n***a dental
Shells out the chopper make a n***a do the limbo
Tints on a buff like some blue and green skittles
Thought the hoe was real pimpin lemme hit my type of mental
(Verse 3: Yhung T.O)
If T.O slide down he gone drop somethin n***as ain't yo bros if you get popped and they don't pop nothin
Doing a hunnid ina Porsche with the Glock clutchin bad lil b*t*h at the show tryna top somethin
But I don't trust hoes that's a no no gotta keep a stick on my hip that's a pogo
If a n***a jump in let lil bro go brodie in the back with them straps and it low blows
Squeezin on this trigger till it's so gone white gold witha d's n***a this ain't rose gold
Green bean to his face till his nose gone brodie in the back catchin face till his throat gone
Smokin cookie straight from...got me high as f**k
N***as on the net talking crazy till we tie em up
N***as falling for that b*t*h we gon light em up
SOB that gang see that chain she gon try to f**k
B*t*h!
Cuttin on that b*t*h if that b*t*h ain't tryna pay me
Two bands a day I bought a rental I could wait in
Still that same n***a that'll do a n***a shady
Same young wild n***a used to bustin' on three eighties
Born in 2000 nah ian a 90's baby, pushing dope like the 80's got the fiends goin crazy
Packed straight from Burnum me and T.O getting hazy and they hear me lane switch tryna catch another victim
Ima petty n***a so I f**ked the op's sister
Stripper b*t*h busy yea it's hard for you to book her
Real... diamond I can always smoke a cookie
All these n***as really weak it's like this rap game on rookie
Since...day ian never been a pu**y...it all depend on how you looking
How you n***as shreading but ain't sh*t getting took spent a band on my foot just to keep you b*t*hes looking Big Money
(Verse 2: FlexCityStreets)
Haaa she do it all for a dolla
Bust a day for the guala then she bring it back to Papa
Cashin on designer got me f**king up my profit
I can't hold a conversation less it's money as a topic
N***as claim they pimpin boy they frontin need to stop it
You in love with the b*t*h that's why you always take her shopping
A ad or the blunt baby that's your only option
She had family from the city so I sent her down to Stockden
Slidin in a foreign cookies falling out the window
I'm in the game boy and I been playing since Nintendo
Sucka says beef I tell him ian get the memo
Everybody think it's sweet until its time to pull a demo
40 with a 30 put it to a n***a dental
Shells out the chopper make a n***a do the limbo
Tints on a buff like some blue and green skittles
Thought the hoe was real pimpin lemme hit my type of mental
(Verse 3: Yhung T.O)
If T.O slide down he gone drop somethin n***as ain't yo bros if you get popped and they don't pop nothin
Doing a hunnid ina Porsche with the Glock clutchin bad lil b*t*h at the show tryna top somethin
But I don't trust hoes that's a no no gotta keep a stick on my hip that's a pogo
If a n***a jump in let lil bro go brodie in the back with them straps and it low blows
Squeezin on this trigger till it's so gone white gold witha d's n***a this ain't rose gold
Green bean to his face till his nose gone brodie in the back catchin face till his throat gone
Smokin cookie straight from...got me high as f**k
N***as on the net talking crazy till we tie em up
N***as falling for that b*t*h we gon light em up
SOB that gang see that chain she gon try to f**k
B*t*h!
