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talk about it - b lovee lyrics

[intro: luke steele & b lovee]
is it real now?
two people become one
is it real now? (ahh, grrah, grrah)
two people become—

[chorus: b lovee]
pop a thot, that’s just how i get started
i been tweakin’, i been feeling heartless
spot an opp and start acting r*t*rded
sh*t get tact’, put the dot on the target
and i’m not with the media sh*t
and that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesin’ his whip
i could never believe me a b*tch
i could never be slippin’, b*tch, i keep the heat by the hip (and this beat from cash, not from youtube)
bro said he could see by the limp
i be f*ckin’ on hoes after hoes, they might think i’m a pimp
i just hope they don’t think i’m a l!ck, glocky’ll hold like 2*3 in the clip
spinnin’ block after block tryna see if it’s lit
sendin’ shot after shot, green beam won’t miss
n*ggas cappin’, but let’s talk about it
like that ratchet, i can’t walk without it

[verse: b lovee]
do a hit, brodie walk up on feet
he got blitzed tryna walk up on me
2 knock’s, 2 goons tryna hawk us a g
i’m too st*rdy when i’m off the drink
oh she thirsty? get low when she drink
brodie thirsty, he don’t even think
said he sn*tchin’ my chain, okay, that’s what he think
n*gga dumb, better ask what he drink
finger numb, i cl!ck fast how he blink
beat it up, got her ass on the sink
ran it up, hunnid racks in the bank
throwback, i tote the mac in the mink
and i don’t do the talkin’ too much
bro told me chill, i was tossin’ too much
i got knocked, i was totin’ too much
feeling like diddy, he was always too clutch
on a drill, i get in and i’m out
spin again, take a trip to his house
he turned rat, got to pickin’ ’em out
all dior, i be drippin’ it out
he move wock then the stick comin’ out
bullets they hit him, blood drip through his mouth
ask about it, i get active like with or without it
ask about it, get to curvin’ a b*tch if she childish
get to blowing the sh*t, tryna down him
n*ggas envy and sh*t but i’m ’bout it, got him pouting
she elite, i’m in love with her mouth
too elite how i blitz, i be huntin’ him down
sh*t a dream, now i’m runnin’ the down
i come straight from the hood, i was young and runnin’ ’em down
[chorus: b lovee]
pop a thot, that’s just how i get started
i been tweakin’, i been feeling heartless
spot an opp and start acting r*t*rded
sh*t get tact’, put the dot on the target
and i’m not with the media sh*t
and that .44 be knocking, he slide through, we cheesin’ his whip
i could never believe me a b*tch
i could never be slippin’, b*tch, i keep the heat by the hip (and this beat from cash, not from youtube)
bro said he could see by the limp
i be f*ckin’ on hoes after hoes, they might think i’m a pimp
i just hope they don’t think i’m a l!ck, glocky’ll hold like 2*3 in the clip
spinnin’ block after block tryna see if it’s lit
sendin’ shot after shot, green beam won’t miss
n*ggas cappin’, but let’s talk about it
like that ratchet, i can’t walk without it

[outro]
grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah
ahh, grrah, grrah

- b lovee lyrics

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