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talk to em - tay 600 lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yeah
lil’ b-tch wanna talk to me
yeah, ayy

[verse 1]
lil’ b-tch wanna talk to me
told that lil’ b-tch: “talk is cheap”
niggas know my talk ain’t free
charge a fee to talk on beats
i hope you think twice for any think you crossin’ me
same niggas i grew up with, same niggas talkin’ ’bout offin’ me
i hate it when i’m home alone ’cause i think ’bout too much shit
can’t no niggas call my phone, like i’m on some ku klux shit
i just boned the yellow bone: pretty face, she super thick
nina take his black and chrome, and it got a cooler kit
any nigga lacking, so my shorties come through movin’ shit
just f-cked up my memory, i swear i keep on losing shit
lame -ss goofies acting tough, i swear that y’all not foolin’ shit
niggas k!llin’ citizens like niggas don’t know who to hit
i just spent a check in neiman’s, then i took a jet to phoenix
when i say i’m next, i mean it
lil’ b-tch gave me neck, she fiendin’
sometimes i be thinkin’: “why do niggas really hate i’m breathin’?”
then think before my time and realize niggas hated jesus
so i don’t sit and try to think or understand it neither
but if you step into my lane, for my respect, i’m squeezin’
’cause all my k!llers tote them glocks, lil’ niggas, they some demons
i got a bag at ten o’clock, and blew it by the evening
b-tch, i be higher than a solo
watch, it got them boulders
you want some smoke, then let me know, mac flip ’em like a folder
nine on my side just like a holster, streets made me a soldier
i wake up leanin’, ain’t no forgers, textin’ him the stroger’s
i smell like loud, b-tch, that’s the odor, got chips like in poker
my ears and wrist it just got colder, shit feel like it’s polar

[interlude]
ayy, yeah, l’s
goin’ back in
uh, look

[verse 2]
remember sittin’ up in that cell, i knew it wasn’t a game
these niggas acting like some b-tches, switchin’ for the fame
i’m just a victim to these streets, i’m not the one to blame
nah, can’t no nigga step to me, i’m in another lane
i walk around, i got my chin up, i’m not no beginner
them hundreds make my roller thinner, got paper like printers
yo b-tch she see that i’m a winner, want me to nut in her
i can’t forget that i’m a sinner, glocks help me remember
i take the lil’ b-tch out to dinner, i f-cked and then spinned her
make your b-tch top me off the liquor, she reach for my zipper

[interlude 2]
ayy, i’m goin’ back in
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse 3]
up in these streets, you gotta learn to make the right decisions
foe ‘nem lost freedom and they life from f-ckin’ with these b-tches
a lot of niggas quick to say another nigga snitchin’
but can’t no nigga snitch on you if he don’t know yo business
out here, the fake look like the real, make sure you know the difference
i never been up on that stand, i never been a witness
and i be flexin’ on these niggas like i work in fitness
first nigga put his hands on me, first nigga come up missing
never been drama where you lay at, catch me where the k at
my niggas traded and i hate that, it’s time for some payback
i never lie, b-tch, i just state facts, they hate when i say that
i’m gettin’ high inside the maybach, i f-ck then let dre crack
we twirl the b-tch like on a racetrack, can’t trust like a playback
b-tch, i’ma needle in a haystack, been like that since way back

[interlude 3]
l’s, l’s, l’s, ayy

[verse 4]
we see a opper in these streets, we got them heaters up
we in the club and you know we got them heaters tucked
and when we leave, all the b-tches wanna be with us
’cause they know we is up, let’s get it

[outro]
ayy, l’s
l’s, ayy
l’s, l’s, l’s, l’s

- tay 600 lyrics

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