Talk About It
Kodak Black feat Humble Haitian, CBE

Kodak Black - Talk About It Lyrics & Traduction

[Kodak Black]
Aye, she know I be runnin' it, too
Lil' shawty know I'm full of love
She know I'm bullshittin'
Aye, King, stop playin', boy, turn the light on in here

[Kodak Black]
She know I'm bullshittin', she know I'm running the game
Lil' shawty know I'm selling dreams, she buyin' it anyway
Start some beef with me, boy, it'll be over any day
And my plug, he come from Italy, yeah he keep me paid
Everyday I'm sippin' on remedy, yeah I keep that drank
They need to free my dogs literally 'cause they in a cage
I fuck with youngins sometimes
You straight, but you got crooked ways
Life's a gamble, crushin' beans all in my ace of spades
Know I used to fuck with Sheen 'til I heard he gay
I heard a nigga stuck a broom right up his dirty ass
And, I be on a molly sippin' Grand Marnier
And, I don't like nobody, so get out my face
And, I be out here wilin', bitch, I'm young and violent
Aye, I'll get out my body, I get out my lane
I be way in Venus, I get out my space
The Devil, he be creepin', get him out my space
I'm slidin' wit' my toast, but it'll get you baked
And, I don't need a holster when it's on my waist
Yeah, I'm a hell raiser, but I'm heaven made
I'm a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways
And I poured the lean up in my lemonade
I use this shit to my advantage, call it 7 days
And I stack it like a sandwich wit' no mayonnaise
I swear sometimes I wanna tell you, but I don't ever say

[Humble Haitian]
[?] casino where my niggas play his spades
Niggas be like bitches, they be throwin' shade
Bitch, get out my face, don't like them anyway
Bitch, I'm gettin' money on pills, and I got laid
I'm like a horse on hay, I'm talking Mary Jane
Like Miami keep that Heat but I’m in Pompano
Nigga come 'round playin', snipers make you hit the floor
Stay strong, nigga
Bitch, I'm on my 10 toes

Front a nigga, call it "dope on layaway"
Ship it through FedEx, sell it on Ebay
My goons goin' crazy, they goin' insane
Mention my name, I'm aimin' at yo' brain
Far from you lames, we are not the same
Took a nigga bitch, he ain't seen the hoe since
If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Bust 'em in the head with the llama, call it common sense


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