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talk to me - dess dior lyrics

real a** barbie , can’t nan ni**a play
sh**ting on these b***hes ima put em they place
only time i’m pulling up is to sit it on his face
in baby mama bed all where the kids play
ion give af i ain’t got no respect
opinion ain’t valid if you ain’t cutting me a check
did all my time laying low being humble
tired of sittin back. i’m ten toes down at ya neck

big bag, love when it talk to me
f*ck em good, ima make em talk to me
disloyal ass h*es, can’t ride wit the gang
next time.. ima make em walk to me
these b**ches ain’t real they flaugin
these worsem ass n***as keep calling
cappin ass ni**a yeen gettin no paper
u just like dese b***hes you sponsored
(x2)

bad lil vibe i ain’t gotta say the name
kick it wit the same crew i ain’t never switch lanes
gettin bigger prices goin up on these h**s
if he lackin, ion trust em.. you kno how game go
beggin ass h**s always stay on they knees
gettin to a bag so i do as i please
talk good, real tough, never worried & i stay wit em
can’t nan b*tch play wit me
put some respect on my name, me & these rap b***hes we ain’t ain’t the same
i had curve em he swerved in my lane, now he kno i am not f*cking for fame
if yeen know, b**ch ima self made.. boss
ain’t never worried bout taking no loss
& if i want it don’t care what it cost
you ain’t got no bread lil ni**a get lost

you know that player sh*t run through my veins
cut off a ni**a for making false claims
imma make sh*t clear , yea imma make sh*t plain
yeen hit this p***y stop lying on my name
see me on ig & they fall in love
yo n***a he want me make him join club
these n*ggas they begging to gone wife me up
lil b**ch you ain’t got it you just a quick f*ck

yea imma doll but ian come with no label
h*e you bout drama, can’t sit at this table
special edition no i am not regular
wasn’t made in no country was made under pressure
running it up cause i can’t get enough
they ask how i’m feeling like i can’t be touched
i’m calling the shots give af what he calling
he do what i say , cause this p*ssy hypnotic
i needa ni**a that’s getting big checks
that’s gon keep it wet while he throw up his set
love rich s*x we be gone off the liquor
so keep ya chains on when you f**king me ni**a

heavy on the grip & the drip make him nut quick
imma throw it back way back like a cutlass
he blowing my line to come ride on his face
quit calling that ni**a h*e he at the lake
these b*tches bums ain’t tryna get paper
they live in the comments they love being haters
i just keep on grinding i keep these h*es busy
these h*es they don’t listen just let em stay dizzy
they stay in the club but pinching for pennies
they stay in some drama i stay up in fendi
they watching my actions d*mn i needa emmy
stop worrying bout me cause lil b*tch i got plenty

big bag, love when it talk to me
f**k em good, ima make em talk to me
disloyal a** h*es, can’t ride wit the gang
next time.. ima make em walk to me
dese b*tches ain’t real they flaugin
dese worsem a*s ni**as keep calling
cappin ass n*gga yeen gettin no paper
u just like dese b*tches you sponsored
(x2)

real a** barbie , can’t nan ni**a play
sh**ting on these b***hes ima put em they place
only time i’m pulling up is to sit it on his face
in baby mama bed all where the kids play
ion give af i ain’t got no respect
opinion ain’t valid if you ain’t cutting me a check
did all my time laying low being humble
tired of sittin back. i’m ten toes down at ya neck

- dess dior lyrics

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