CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Chatter
No matter wherever your life's set
Just know that some people they might check
About all your business cause they don't have none of their own and they always been like that
They need to go get em a life to live
So then they can quite being all up in mine
I bet if my pistol's upside of your head it'll make you talking and fall up in line
Them rumors you keep making all up
You're bout to get walloped and then you'll be balled up and crying
No-one will bе breaking the ball up
I'm breaking your jaw up
Your momma you'll call up and whinе
Drama I'm stuck in the middle of and there's a riddler looking at me I've been riddle this
What do you call a man who's always gossiping?
I'mma just call him a little b*t*h
When I see your tongue I'll be ripping it out
But then when it's time to confront em they always be running and dip in the house
Running your lips in the south
I'mma make sure you get pistol whipped in the mouth
And everyone knows that you're worth an amount of sh*t
You're stripped of your clout
Chatter still mad and you cannot be stopping this
Let's see how much you will talk when I'm c*cking this
Let a hot one go right through your esophagus
Now you can chat with demons in Acropolis
Step up and get stuck
Better learn to keep your lips sh*t
I don't really wanna hear your mouth open unless
I'll skid in my black light
Just know that some people they might check
About all your business cause they don't have none of their own and they always been like that
They need to go get em a life to live
So then they can quite being all up in mine
I bet if my pistol's upside of your head it'll make you talking and fall up in line
Them rumors you keep making all up
You're bout to get walloped and then you'll be balled up and crying
No-one will bе breaking the ball up
I'm breaking your jaw up
Your momma you'll call up and whinе
Drama I'm stuck in the middle of and there's a riddler looking at me I've been riddle this
What do you call a man who's always gossiping?
I'mma just call him a little b*t*h
When I see your tongue I'll be ripping it out
But then when it's time to confront em they always be running and dip in the house
Running your lips in the south
I'mma make sure you get pistol whipped in the mouth
And everyone knows that you're worth an amount of sh*t
You're stripped of your clout
Chatter still mad and you cannot be stopping this
Let's see how much you will talk when I'm c*cking this
Let a hot one go right through your esophagus
Now you can chat with demons in Acropolis
Step up and get stuck
Better learn to keep your lips sh*t
I don't really wanna hear your mouth open unless
I'll skid in my black light
