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real talk - valentine dalla lyrics

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[chorus]
real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk
real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk

lotta big mouths
talking sh*t, one*once again
do that chit chat with your friends, baby you’re a fan
they playin’ my songs in the club
then my name they call
pina colada, disco ball, that’s my real talk

real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk
real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk

[verse 1]
they call me mama
gotta lotta sons, i don’t know who the papa
dancing on his d*ck, i’m doing the cha*cha
top female rapper, i bring all the drama (pow)

hydra with the bob, looking like cleopatra
viper i can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
i’m the new classic, call me lady patra
ain’t my way, changе partners, sinatra
i can read you b*tches likе a book (like a book)
once i clock you one by one, you’re shook (you’re shook)
why you worrying about me, and how i look?
b*tch i do myself, that’s why i always cook

cook cook cook, dalla the chef
my music’s too loud, got you b*tches going deaf
in the game i’m number one, f*ck the rest (f*ck ’em)
that b*tch talking crazy, cause i am the best

[chorus]
lotta big mouths
talking sh*t, one*once again
do that chit chat with your friends, baby you’re a fan
they playin’ my songs in the club
then my name they call
pina colada, disco ball, that’s my real talk

real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk
real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk

[verse 2]
b*tches be biting, like they have rabies
after i joke, they crying like babies
be a real b*tch, and act like a lady
keep using the bus, while i drive my mercedes
my money going blue, like i’m shopping at tiffany
flexing these bands, you know i’m public enemy
your man depressed? baby i could be the remedy
one night stand, there’s no need for therapy

b*tches follow me, cause i am the leader (uh)
they kissing my ass, they’re bottom feeders (uh)
wishing they could get in my new two seater
poor shilas, they’re the students, i’m the teacher

perfume i wear, that’s aromatic
men smell me, fall in love automatic (i’m hot)
can’t get enough of this face, they’re fanatics
if you got a big d*ck, meet me at my attic (muah)

[chorus]
lotta big mouths
talking sh*t, one*once again
do that chit chat with your friends, baby you’re a fan
they playin’ my songs in the club
then my name they call
pina colada, disco ball, that’s my real talk

real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk
real talk, real talk
that’s my motherf*cking real talk

- valentine dalla lyrics

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