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Giggs - Talking The Hardest Lyrics

If your talking the hardest
Giggs better pop up in ya thoughts of an artist
Taunting the market everybody wants to know where walk in the park is
Walk in in the party sporting armani
Half of the crowd all snorting my charley
sorted the bar time to sort their punani
Chicks looking at me like talk to me darling
Hollering at man winking smiling
They wanna attack man
I think these lighties loving my black gang
Everyones suits same colour as batman
Flippin like a quarter of brick
Bagged 28 with a thought of a gish
Anybody thinks they can talk to my click
Well then I cover them red like a portion of chips
Pour me a drink
Big fur jacket that's the thoughts of a pimp
I used to be quiet did that sort anything
so I had to run right when I baught me a ting
Walk with my ting peddling more feen
Them times then I was licking out more green
Skip couple years 07 the story
Now I'm hollow man with some heavy dior jeans
Bitch niggers looking for glory
Wanna beef me so they can tell you a story
It will get bloody and it will get gorey
Clapped in the neck like amanda in saw 3
Yeah I got my suttin dem pon me
So much straps i have a weoponery orgy
Feds try nick me for a murder
But it could've been the man that had a weapon before me B B(Brown) white green
I will be peddling all 3
Dropped me a box it just under 4 g
I told em weigh da 10s at 2 grands
And weigh the eights about 4 g
Badmans on the block
Spender young giggs mantis and rocks
Tb tiny carlton and jim jones holding it down while they handle the clock
Niggers, pussyholes got my mandem on lock
Straps we handle the lot
Clapped your mandem are what
Me and you are cool but you can stand there and watch
My PYG will put their hands on your watch
Be easy I put your mans in a box
Young lap tb jj shocks
I treat my lil niggers like fam not a boss
All my mandem are hot
But your mandem are washed
Beat couple shots and you ran to the cops
Big 4 5 they couldnt handle the shot
I talk about the hand gun a lot
But that 1 hollow man handles the lot
All the black gang fam I handle the lot
Me and foss bagging up grams at the spot
Shotts on my grind gear jumped in my vehicle
All gangster nar ima slang me a rock
Hollow man handles his job
Feds on the ground helicopters on top
Beautiful woman wan adopt to ma cock
A beautiful woman wouldn't stop getting cock

Thanks to Abbey for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to DeNiaL for correcting these lyrics

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