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talking - exposé records lyrics

[intro]
and i dont give a f*ck
and i dont give a f*ck

[chorus]
and i dont give a f*ck thats the n*gga talking
i keep a cigar in my mouth when these b*tches talking
i trynna run up to this 30 but they keep stalling
my momma got up on this room where we all way
all this hate on me
all this hate on me
b*tches talking on me
b*tches talking on me (yeah)
why these b*tches talking
all these hate on me why these b*tches talking (yeah yeah yeah)

[verse 1]
nice to meet you you can call me mr. snow
i dont know you so please dont call me say that i’m your bro
and your girl is just a hoe and i know you truly know
may pull up the c2o
now i’m banging at your door (grrr*a)
if you touch me thеn you die
if they ask me thеn i lie
chop again and make you die
look at me the next vibe and i say why not
and we care up in the kitchen and we cooking in the pot
[verse 2]
and i dont give a f*ck what these n*ggas talking
i put a pistol to his b*tch and get that n*gga talking
you should’ve know that who’s a thug from my first relation
i sell a brick without a brick now thats a situation
we beat that p*ssy ass b*tch at the train station
they jumped my n*gga young duba that sh*t hurt me lately
so tell that p*ssy ass b*tch we gonna retaliate it
its exposé in this b*tch and we ain’t f*cking playing
no we ain’t f*cking playing
this n*ggas acting like a b*tch i can’t control what he doing
i make the music for the trenches and not the b*tches that crying
play this music in the shoot out just be everyone dying
talking all this talking p*ssy b*tch just lost in my aim

[verse 3]
imma rain in the boat
walked in a room yeah you know its tough
nine in the pocket nine of the shirt
i ain’t gotta talk i ain’t gotta flirt
im in this b*tch so im looking at your girl
i want her matter of fact i want her whole world
got her now she tripping kicking to the curb
imma get her down with out a single word
told me that was offensive
a p*ssy n*gga trynna be a basic
when we at it n*ggas saying that she crazy
realize that a n*gga was just lazy
[chorus]
and i dont give a f*ck thats the n*gga talking
i keep a cigar in my mouth when these b*tches talking
i trynna run up to this 30 but they keep stalling
my momma got up on this room where we all way
all this hate on me
all this hate on me
b*tches talking on me
b*tches talking on me (yeah)
why these b*tches talking
all these hate on me why these b*tches talking (yeah yeah yeah)

- expose records lyrics

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