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just talking - krispylife kidd, icewear vezzo & rmc mike lyrics

[intro: rmc mike]
(enrgy made this one)
mm, baby k, left him hangin’ out the whip like he a—, alright
lift ’em all, n*gga, ayy, ayy

[verse 1: rmc mike, babyfxce e, krispylife kidd & ysr gramz]
baby k, left him hangin’ out the whip like he a thot b*tch
oh, you got drac’? let me test it, this a pop quiz
i can call the judge today, b*tch, i’m locked in
just got some pop in, i gotta keep it on my pop tens
i’m a chill n*gga, but i hang with all the high heads
you only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin
i wasn’t in a beef, but f*ck it, let me hop in
i hit [?] in the mini, but me and my aux’s locked in

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, count a million up alone, i ain’t got friends
i pour an eight up in the twenty ounce, know that pop thin
b*tch, i was sellin’ ‘bows of kush when they caught [?]
just throw a hundred thousand, i’ve been [?], that’s a drop benz

[verse 3: rmc mike]
ever since i linked with [aur?], we been locked in
i did a gucci jogger fit, it was enough to top tens
caught an opp thinkin’ with his d*ck, left him boxed in
okay, we went [?] shoppin’, he did not win
chop puttin’ n*ggas in the box, call it the undertaker
ever since i hopped into the boof, i made a bunch of paper
f*ck a b*tch, made her get on top, i’m finna undertake her
b*tch was kinda cute, but her p*ssy had an onion flavour
[verse 4: babyfxce e]
k!ll your taker, [?] maker
you’re the type to f*ck the p*ssy, and get the money later
pull all my money up in rappin’, got the [benjis?] later
in three months i got it all back, it was a bunch of paper
you know i got a bunch of [haters?]
i ain’t had to turn the room, she was turnt before i got her
your money out the crib, bro, i can pull it out my pocket
just sn*tched a n*gga chargers like i took it of the sack
i ain’t arguin’ with no ho, i ain’ trippin’, b*tch, you got it

[verse 5: krispylife kidd]
i’ma shoot you in your face if you reach up in my pocket
ten ‘bows in this crib, pick your ‘za, i got options
n*ggas actin’ tough, what’s a goon to a goblin?
lil’ bro keep his ski mask on, he a robber
[john?] want two ps, i’ll be there in an hour
this is dirty*ass bl!ck, it need a shower
like i played on that one show, i got power
i know some young n*ggas gettin’ money, adam [?]

[verse 6: icewear vezzo]
switchy on that b*tch, shoot a thousand ’bout an hour
two million all in [?], gotta count it ’bout the thousands (b*tch)
water on my wrist, my rollie, it’s a shower (uh)
[?] is so sh*t with lil’ bro, they off the powder (yeah)
yeah, b*tch, all my ice hit (what up?)
type of n*gga hit the lean, and drink the pint littles (oh)
a hundred shots back to back, ain’t no fight in it (ah)
dog strong, i hit the tint ’til it’s life [?] (yeah)
f*ck this n*ggas talkin’ ’bout? don’t know who they talkin’ to
if he [?], then he dead, that’s a boss move
leave his dreads in his hands with a [?] shoe (pow, pow)
drop benz scr*pin’ out the rims, i had to park the coupe
[verse 7: ysr gramz]
i was tryna hit ’em, but i was too far to shoot
you p*ssy called me lackin’, but you ain’t had no heart to shoot
ayy, vezzo, first stretcher is quagen, watch how i work the deuce
chop hit the middle of his van, watch how i park the coupe
a plug there wherever i go like an aux [?]
i don’t top the opps crib, but on roof i’m doin’ parkour
a bunch of rookie*ass n*ggas, i’m playin’ the game on hardcore
my b*tch italian, i’m all in her p*ssy screamin’, “bonjour”

- krispylife kidd icewear vezzo rmc mike lyrics

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