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Talk 2 Em Lyrics - Artist : Stunna Gambino
(Yo, JiJi, turn it up)
You know what I'm saying? Like, they like when we to the voice of this shit They love when I talk to they souls So we just gon' talk to 'em Voice of the trenches For sure I'm from that deep end, I made it out of the jungle Littles gonna be preachin', I still show love to my youngins Been fightin' demons, Lord, just take this pain from me You accept me for who I am, I love the fact you don't judge me I lost my brother, I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil', so fuck them Perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my Shahada, I'm Muslim for real Give the trenches motivation when I'm in that Lamb' truck Couple months ago, I was just sleeping in the trap, huh? That boy slime for real, he snake, he ain't my mans, huh? But he went and lied and told his bitch that we was friends, huh? Fuck you lied for? She say I'm nonchalant Iced out the side doors, this ain't no Audemars Me and Yo Gotti up in Nobu talkin' millions First time at Nobu, shit, I won't go back to no Benihana I acknowledge that Cullinan, fuck a Bentley truck This for the times I was strugglin', they ain't give me love I told my youngin' fuck a handout, get it out the mud I move like a lumberjack, Draco came with wood, sixty slugs I'm from that deep end, I made it out of the jungle Littles gonna be preachin', I still show love to my youngins Been fightin' demons, Lord, just take this pain from me You accept me for who I am, I love the fact you don't judge me I lost my brother, I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil', so fuck them Perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my Shahada, I'm Muslim for real Labeled us as killers and robbers, demons and goblins Police ask me questions 'bout a body, say I'm sorry Bust down Cuban pinky, they be starin' from afar, yeah I got paranoia, so I tote on the forty I got paranoia, so I move around with demons I was in the projects, now I'm back, they ain't feed me This for all them niggas in the trenches who ain't believe me For the ones who shitted on me, tell 'em swallow semen Cartier bust down, I shitted on 'em Bought my sister crib at eighteen, yeah, I shitted on 'em I'm from that deep end, I made it out of the jungle Littles gonna be preachin', I still show love to my youngins Been fightin' demons, Lord, just take this pain from me You accept me for who I am, I love the fact you don't judge me I lost my brother, I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil', so fuck them Perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my Shahada, I'm Muslim for real I acknowledge that Cullinan, fuck a Bentley truck This for the times I was strugglin', they ain't give me love I told my youngin' fuck a handout, get it out the mud I move like a lumberjack, Draco came with wood, sixty slugs I lost my brother, I won't cry, but that shit hurt me still I told Fat Rip he worth a mil', so fuck them Perky pills I press zero when Swervo call, I prayed he get appealed I put blood on my Shahada, I'm Muslim for real |
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