Paroles All You Do Is Talk par Stogie T

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss (yeah)
Hey, hey, (pu**y), hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss

Okay, Stogie!
Still that guy, he flexing
Still got fly in a recession
We climb out them CLS’
Baby come out when she see section
“Where you right now?”, speed texting
Life got wild since T finessed ‘em
Switched up styles, see the checks
We spit bars with Styles P on record
Shoutout to G.O.A.Ts
But we grew up slaughtering goats
Had no butter on toast
Township hustle and go
Take your butter with toast
Got a nasty lil’ bro who got enough dope to powder your nose
And some sassy b*t*h bosses who run up the score to shut up you hoes
This that knock knock like the joke
She give top-top till she soak
I go chop chop till she moan
But now it’s half past you should go
See you in ummm
You could visit some more just don’t speak this to no one
You still on a jock
How do you talk with a mouth full of balls?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss (yeah)
Hey, hey, (pu**y), hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss

If I was a n***a I’d f**k everyday
Snatch all your b*t*hes and have ‘em my way
I am a queen guess you’ll never relate
I use protection I’ll never be late
Look at the money that’s coming my way
Look at the money I spend everyday
I could be running your city all day but these Balenciagas is heavy as sh*t
I’m doing business while I’m writing lyrics (So I’m at the booth while I'm getting these digits)
Don’t care for these b*t*hes cause they’ll never get it
(They went and did gimmicks while I did it different)
Invested in Cartier and never a necklace (I really think that would be stupid and reckless)
I talk to my ancestors, y'all never listen (They go get Giuseppes but not even slippers)
b*t*h I’m antisocial I don’t talk to anybody unless it’s about the paper
Only chat about the cheddar otherwise hay' suk' uya claim-a

Hey, hey, (pu**y), hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss

Nasty got the juice, me I got the smoothie
Call me Bragga brrr, call me Bragga brrr
b*t*h I got the Uzi
I put the price up on top of your head
n***as talk sh*t cause I’m not in your bed
Got my own sh*t I ain’t counting your bread and my competition is most probably dead
I go the hardest regardless
I ain’t no regular artist I’m honest
I finished college, I studied business and commerce
Just to come school all you artists
I am a goddess, I been the queen for the longest
Family Tree they a compass
So when they leave comments that’s you revealing your problems
I just make hits and deposit
And I keep it moving I’m on to the next
Only got time for the fam and the cheques
When I’m in a rush I just hop on a jet
And I’m quick to fly over no "S" on my chest
Mona Lisa gotta pass for me
Ladies tell me I’m a master piece
Hardest album you can ask the streets
b*t*h I’m Bragga I’m a f**king beast (Grrr)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss (yeah)
Hey, hey, (pu**y), hey, hey, (uh) hey, hey, hey, hey (Uh-huh!)
All you do is talk
b*t*h get off my balls
I work extra hard so I’m gon’ flex and floss (yeah)