L.C. - BACK TALK
Wanna shoot shots, but guns ain't got that good blasting
Take that bitch out the crown, I'm rebranding the palace
I wish that, I wish that, I wish that bitch would
You talking louder than a crowd, so why you actin' shook
You look around, but you the only one who's talking, hood
You always blasting, but when I come through, it's a jam in it-
I don't start no conversations, it ain't friendly in here
Don't come up in my face, or your face will get milled in here
If you want that action, cut the scene if you leaking tears
Starving all the time, so when I eat, I'm bigger than peers
Yeah you Got your shit fucked up, maybe you stuck in the pussy
Bops are so fucked up, cause they got their head in the pussy
Religion green hoodies, that's why I rob green from these pussies
Give me the goodies, if it ain't green, then you ain't hook me, nigga
Driving through with in a green Corvette, bucket seats and a greener jet
Green things, even green cassettes, so my growth coming quit the disrespect
Got dread heads, that will make you dread make the nig beg, when he give me head
Sunglasses, cause I'm on the gas, and I'm up in class, so don't touch me, nigga
Written by:
Christian Calls
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