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Talk My Shit Lyrics - Artist : Merkules
I swear to God y'all make it to easy man
I heard a rumor that you miss me tho I'm baaaaack Mawfucka we the kings out here I swear lemme talk my shit (lemme talk my shit) I'm the champ every finger got a ring aw yeah Lemme talk my shit (lemme talk my shit) Real talk we the real deal fuck how they feel Bitch get off my dick (bitch get off my dick) I don't cry over spilt milk but I still will kill I will not miss Bitch get off my dick Just put my earplugs in man they talkin' too much Heard they mad that I got clout I know they've watch what I've done So they energy's mad weird cause they ain't poppin' enough Tell them to drink the whole bottle they will not get a buzz I'm so petty This is my arrogance at its best, tell these rappers that I could pay for therapist if they stressed Y'all are terrible I'd be too embarassed to say we friends Fuck your income, I'd take then wear it around my neck This is light work, listen dog there's levels to the shit Like the nerd at the smoke pit You'll probably never get a hit You swervin' on a highway now, you better get a grip 'Cause if you don't, you'll get skrrrrt and fuckin' end up in a ditch I am top five, the boss at the end of the game Shots fired from hot iron if you mention my name I'm not lyin' it's all silence when you step on the stage I guess your fans got Alzeimers and forgot your name That's fucked up Mawfucka we the kings out here I swear lemme talk my shit (lemme talk my shit) I'm the champ every finger got a ring aw yeah Lemme talk my shit (lemme talk my shit) Real talk we the real deal fuck how they feel Bitch get off my dick (bitch get off my dick) I don't cry over spilt milk but I still will kill I will not miss Bitch get off my dick The fuck is you thinking, I'm ready and willing When I pull this trigger, ya head through the ceiling If anyone feel that like they better than me Then say it out loud and I bet you I'll kill 'em I'm dangerous, don't play with us I really don't think y'all brave enough To come bang with us, I'm flaming 'em Collecting these bodies and saving 'em I'm putting these bullets through craniums Pretty soon I'll be selling out stadiums The dopest, the illest, the craziest I've been doing this since Slim Shady did Y'all don't really want no smoke with me I might put 'em in a bag like groceries If anybody thinking they as dope as me I might put it to they chest like rosaries I'm on fire And I don't wanna hurt nobody but if I don't get my respect then I'ma Merk somebody (ooooo) You know every verse go nutty fuck with me, sucka please Leave your shirt all bloody I got my all white mask on It's phantom of the opera I don't know what guilt is, I don't have that on my conscience Had to kill the competition, I ain't have that many options I don't have to use math to solve a problem Mawfucka we the kings out here I swear lemme talk my shit (lemme talk my shit) I'm the champ every finger got a ring aw yeah Lemme talk my shit (lemme talk my shit) Real talk we the real deal fuck how they feel Bitch get off my dick (bitch get off my dick) I don't cry over spilt milk but I still will kill I will not miss Bitch get off my dick |
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