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stop talkin, we recordin - tre casanova lyrics

stop talkin, we recordin lyrics
[intro: vicky dior]
i was talking to you b*tch
who else am i talking to
you the only one that i’m directing this sh*t to
this b*tch always be on the f*cking phone
get off the f*cking phone we trying to record
d*mn

[opener]
n*ggas don’t flow like this
n*ggas don’t roll like this
n*ggas can’t go like this
n*ggas can’t roll like this
n*ggas can’t
wait
n*ggas can’t go like this
n*ggas can’t go flow
they roll like this
n*ggas can’t woah like this
aye aye aye

[verse 1: tre casanova]
n*ggas ain’t really that cool
baby get you wet as a pool
baby make you drool
baby make swoon and sigh
baby i stay high
i stay touching the sky
skywalker like i’m luke
this is not a fluke
baby girl i wanna see you juke
why i feel like like luke
but that the uncle
i’m not your brother or your cousin
baby i’m mclovin’
i need the liquor
i be that n*gga
i roll a swisha
like it is nothin
n*gga im bluntin
n*ggas is stuntin
n*gga it’s
[verse 2: vicky dior]
b*tches can’t flow like me
b*tch can’t go like me
b*tches can’t roll like me
b*tches is hoes not me
iont do sh*t for the free
b*tch i need a fee
b*tch i need all that skrilla
b*tch i need all that cash
b*tch i need money
b*tch i need that guap
b*tch n*gga i’m gone pass

[verse 3: chrisfrmkro]
n*ggas is faking ain’t really bout nun
it’s my charisma, i really ain’t stuntin
talk about millions, as big as im puffin
tre casanova just tossed it like curry
im finna pull that sh*t right out the dirty
aye
put double c’s on her purse
when i be rolling i turned to a flirt
when i talk business i turn to a boss
like girl where you from
baby what you about
i hail from the lou
and we with some h*ll raisers
we run up the funds like we run a fundraiser
i feel like i’m riley, i’m coming woodcrest
b*tch ’til i get me a mill i ain’t good yet
aye
still chris ain’t a d*mn thing changed
little change blew it on a couple chains
in a drought bet that phone gone rang
aye, right
still chris ain’t a d*mn thing changed
little change blew it on a couple chains
in a drought bet that phone gone rang
aye
[verse 4: tre casanova]
if chris is riley i’ huey
yeah
pro black don’t do me
yeah
black gun in my hoodie
yeah
black gun i’m hood g
wait
actually i’m from the county
wait
maybe i’m from the bounty
wait
cook good like a brownie
wait
mj when i fade away
n*gga i stay faded
jay z the way i chop this sh*t
new york state of mind
and i ain’t never been little b*tch
neva been a b*tch
ballin like i’m f*cking rich
balling like i’m f*cking guapin
n*gga ain’t no f*cking stoppin
is you coppin
i got it little b*tch
yeah i got hit that l!ck
gotta hit this fl!ck
n*ggas got a problem with this
gone head take that pic
yeah take that pic

- tre casanova lyrics

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