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Letra : Talk That Talk
Slatt, slatt yeah
Ooh, I’m f**king her friend
There goes young Tardi he did it again
Switching my swag, still winning again
I'm never down bad, I’m f**king a ten
Drop my top and feel that wind
A bad ol' freak I got her pinned
No god for me he know I sinned
Sex and drugs my mind got dimmed
Boom boom boom, that’s what the K do
Season 4, that’s just the prelude
Talk that talk, lil boy I made you
Where’s your b*t*h? I bet she played you
Young playboy, my b*t*h stay caked up
Still a ten, don’t need no makeup
We was down, they said they hate us
Now we winning they say they rate us
Know how I’m moving i stay with some heat
Put shootеrs up on her if she wanna cheat
I’m so f**king high got thе clouds in my feet
You running your mouth hit control alt delete
Have you a** begging like you on the street
I always stay moving I can’t take a seat
Versace all on me I’m smelling so neat
I won’t whip a beemer I’m not Lil Peep
Smack on that a** that girl like a bottle
The way she be looking she should be a model
Im whipping the Urus and dodging the pothole
Blowing a bag, smoking gelato
Back out the foreign Lil Tardi take off
What that boy saying I told him don’t talk
You just a peon lil b*t*h I’m a boss
Dripping like water I got me some Voss
See that black P1 racing in those neon lights
Yeah im soaring to the moon, Tardi reaching new heights
Yeah I got you on my mind think about you most nights
Like I’m tryna beat it up, have her shaking like some dice
These ain’t not red bottoms got some blood on my shoes
Searching for your hunnids yeah I need some blues clues
Homie like to do that talk, till I put him on the news
B*t*h I’m killing all these beats like the Germans with the Jews
Jump in the R8 I’m pushing the dash
The cops can't catch me i move like the flash
That pu**y so anxious I pa** him the gas
Then imma teach him like we was in cla**
I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna talk
VVS talk, Lambo talk, AP talk, b*t*h boy talk
My Glock gone talk, yeah it talk
Ain’t write these bars lemme talk my sh*t
Where’s your lambo? You ain’t got sh*t
Your b*t*h so bald I bet she sick
Might call her up to suck this d**k
But I’m just playing I got some standards
Suck on my nuts like I got some Planters
Talk a lot you just an actor
Get your b*t*h she got some cancer
Boom boom boom, that’s what the K do
Season 4, that’s just the prelude
Talk that talk, lil boy I made you
Where’s your b*t*h? I bet she played you
Young playboy, my b*t*h stay caked up
Still a ten, don’t need no makeup
We was down, they said they hate us
Now we winning they say they rate us
Yeah, slatt slatt, yeah
Slatt slatt, yeah, AP (f**k em up)
Ooh, I’m f**king her friend
There goes young Tardi he did it again
Switching my swag, still winning again
I'm never down bad, I’m f**king a ten
Drop my top and feel that wind
A bad ol' freak I got her pinned
No god for me he know I sinned
Sex and drugs my mind got dimmed
Boom boom boom, that’s what the K do
Season 4, that’s just the prelude
Talk that talk, lil boy I made you
Where’s your b*t*h? I bet she played you
Young playboy, my b*t*h stay caked up
Still a ten, don’t need no makeup
We was down, they said they hate us
Now we winning they say they rate us
Know how I’m moving i stay with some heat
Put shootеrs up on her if she wanna cheat
I’m so f**king high got thе clouds in my feet
You running your mouth hit control alt delete
Have you a** begging like you on the street
I always stay moving I can’t take a seat
Versace all on me I’m smelling so neat
I won’t whip a beemer I’m not Lil Peep
Smack on that a** that girl like a bottle
The way she be looking she should be a model
Im whipping the Urus and dodging the pothole
Blowing a bag, smoking gelato
Back out the foreign Lil Tardi take off
What that boy saying I told him don’t talk
You just a peon lil b*t*h I’m a boss
Dripping like water I got me some Voss
See that black P1 racing in those neon lights
Yeah im soaring to the moon, Tardi reaching new heights
Yeah I got you on my mind think about you most nights
Like I’m tryna beat it up, have her shaking like some dice
These ain’t not red bottoms got some blood on my shoes
Searching for your hunnids yeah I need some blues clues
Homie like to do that talk, till I put him on the news
B*t*h I’m killing all these beats like the Germans with the Jews
Jump in the R8 I’m pushing the dash
The cops can't catch me i move like the flash
That pu**y so anxious I pa** him the gas
Then imma teach him like we was in cla**
I don’t wanna talk, don’t wanna talk
VVS talk, Lambo talk, AP talk, b*t*h boy talk
My Glock gone talk, yeah it talk
Ain’t write these bars lemme talk my sh*t
Where’s your lambo? You ain’t got sh*t
Your b*t*h so bald I bet she sick
Might call her up to suck this d**k
But I’m just playing I got some standards
Suck on my nuts like I got some Planters
Talk a lot you just an actor
Get your b*t*h she got some cancer
Boom boom boom, that’s what the K do
Season 4, that’s just the prelude
Talk that talk, lil boy I made you
Where’s your b*t*h? I bet she played you
Young playboy, my b*t*h stay caked up
Still a ten, don’t need no makeup
We was down, they said they hate us
Now we winning they say they rate us
Yeah, slatt slatt, yeah
Slatt slatt, yeah, AP (f**k em up)
