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talking facts - moreno 157 lyrics

[verse]

n*ggas be chattin’ sayin’ what they gon’ do to me
see lil tjay, i’m takin’ his jewelry
i just want money, no time for the foolery
who you think gon’ die if it’s you and me?
n*ggas keep chattin’, they still politicking, matter fact they remind me of b*tches
big 80 second, you know ain’t no switching
on the road headin’ right to the riches
i need a bag bigger than me, smoke smelly mix it wit’ the e
b*tches be mad, they can’t get next to me
kick a oa, [?] , or td
b*tch i’m a gangsa ain’t coppin’ a plea
shorty bad talk, get on her knees
i f*ck wit’ some hatz, and a couple of sleeze
right to the bag with a couple of c’s
if you don’t like me than eat on a d*ck
run up on me than i’m lettin’ off 6
i’m a mission just tryna get rich
i can’t beef wit’ you over a b*tch
i pray to god i hit me a l!ck
f*ck a hooker cause i’m talkin’ my sh*t
free lil [?} cause he caught him a hit
smokin’ shh, right out the zip
i know i was gone but i’m back and i’m beter
i’m ’bout my cheese, it just gotta be cheddar
do i look p*ssy, we could do whatever
play wit’ my heart, lil b*tch know better
she wanna leave, but the d*ck won’t let her
i’m sendin’ out shoots, opps, or whoever
i was down bad, but now i’m doin’ better
i use to freeze all i had was a sweater
n*ggas gon’ act but they know what we do
many dead opps, man we got a few
tired of smelly, man we need something new
he tried to run got put on the news
he said it’s static i’m clearing the room
his b*tch a thottie, i’m all in her [?]
if he throw up the s, than he gettin’ boomed
throw up the s, glahh, glahh boom
[verse 2]

spanish mommy for tonight, than jamaican
if i give you my heart don’t break it
can’t trust cause these n*ggas be fakin’
if i can’t get n*gga then i’mma take it
and this money be easy to get, i’mma die behind my respect
i’m in line flyin’ wit’ the jets
i’mma live my life no regrets
free bro, he went down wit’ the pd
my opps love runnin’ when they see me
i ain’t makk, doin’ n*ggas sleezely
pop a perc wash it down with the fiji
love my n*ggas puttin’ on for the set
we can’t talk if it ain’t about a check
if i don’t got then he gettin’ decked

last opp, they got shot in the neck
[?], shorty a baddie, mommy a thot
she got the fatty, [?]
think that i’m lackin’, but i keep a knock
n*ggas be chattin’ they ain’t with the sh*ts
smokin’ on smelly mix it with the rick
[?] dissin’ get off my d*ck
catch lil’ [?] put him in the spliff
i’mma keep goin’ i ain’t gon’ stop
free all the guys that’s locked in the rock
whatever they throw up, i gotta drop
i’m from the deuce they can’t come to my block
you should’ve knew it was every opp shot, last opp got shot got put inna box
i don’t get jiggy i bunny hop
all that d*ck ride sh*t needa stop
[?]
i’m on the road, headin’ right to the riches
i need me a bag ain’t worried about b*tches
he talkin’ on bro he gon’ end up missin’
i’m in the field, i don’t do the dishin’
i’m in the trap, f*ckin’ up the kitchen
i’m in the field, i don’t do the dishin’
[chorus]

free [?], free [?], free [?], can’t forget frenchy in the box
see a opp, then he gettin’ shot
[?] smelly, mix it wit’ the wock
free [?], free [?], free [?], can’t forget frenchy in the box
see a opp, then he gettin’ shot
[?] smelly, mix it wit’ the wock
free [?], free [?], free [?], can’t forget frenchy in the box
see a opp, then he gettin’ shot
[?] smelly, mix it wit’ the wock

- moreno 157 lyrics

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