Big Boss Finesse - Talk My Shit

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Finesse
GMG shit
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Bitch
I got whatever
Pushin’ the pedal
In my Margiela’s
Ridin’ the stello’
Grippin’ the metal
Say he was on the block
Nigga you was never
Time to take off
I’m applyin’ the pressure
Killin’ rappers with little effort
Four nick split his shit
On my dick
She doing it
I stay bussin’ out the fits
I stay saucin’ then I drip
Stuff the Nena with a dick
Then I nut on a bitch
I’m a money makin’ Mitch
Uo pole if he snitch
Run up them bands
Let’s get rich
Kick her out like Pam
If she ain’t suckin’ no dick
Huh
What
Yea lil’ bitch
It’s sayless Gang
Shit splat gang
Up pipe now yal’ get back gang
Set of titties Let them bullets rain
Don’t stop till’ it ain’t nothin’ in that thang
Talkin’ that shit
We gone run up in yo’ shit
Like get down bitch
Yea we need all of this
He thought he was a plug
Well I disconnect him
I ran off with his drugs
Now I got weight like a gym
Nigga I don’t give a fuck
Hittin’ shit like it’s rim
Doing drugs got me up
I’m just thinkin’ bout my sins
Got a G-lock tucked
Nutcracker split his wig
Niggas always talkin’ tough
Take his homie out this shit
Not police I can’t cuff
I’m just tryna’ drop some dick
Smokin’ og takin’ puffs
Got me sleepier then a bitch
Must’ve forgot big Jay Finesse
Glassin’ moves runnin’ up them checks
Pass them blues what day that’s next
Shorty gone choose but I’m a dog like a pet
(Huh)
Who the fuck is dude
We uppin’ the tech
Thought he was a pool
How we got a nigga wet
Told em’ play it cool and don’t disrespect
I’m bossin’ up and steppin’ on necks
I’m up now
Fuck next
Four five
Go through his chest
Leave em’ spotted like a cow
Then put that nigga to rest
On foe nem’
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Written by:
Joshua Harvey

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