DOJA CLICK

DOJA CLICK - Loud Talkers lyrics

rate me

But they ain't knowin' no

What you talkin' bout, you fumblin' game out your mouth

Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route

Cause cream ain't to be fucked with, and that's the truth this gamology

Better soak it up and be a hundred proof

Cause you can't be the shit, slangin' woof tickets

You better buy you some, stick with it cause game is unlimited

Flippin' shit rippin' shit

Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild

But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do

But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through

Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin'

Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin'

I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled

Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal

Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick

Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip

Surrender to my will, submit to my game

My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank

Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no

That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes

Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit

Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip

Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn

Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals

Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am

And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious

Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut

Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain

I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make

My daughter's older and now she talkin' to me

And she makin' more sense than these punks on the street

Daddy get paid is what she say, so I do it that way

Be about my paper fuck I hate to win if I play

This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke

When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'

I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real, movin' the crowd

Niggas say they do, but don't do, they just talk loud

Why you loud talkin' when you should be stackin' mayo

Recognize this hustle not erdayo

Your game is frail, smash you like play dough

Say hoe, have you ever met Mr. fo'- fo'

Cause your mouth is runnin', and it's time for gunnin'

Your brain is numbin', off them hot slugs that are hummin'

Suckas loud mouth, fakin' all the funk

Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' shit up

No mercy, you heard me, bitches ain't shit

I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script

I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the D-O-G

With the mackaholic, spittin' game

Never loud talk in the mouth for money, pushin' your fame

You got a big mouth like Jimmy Heart, but you don't got

Nuts to back it up, I slap you, and you won't give a fuck

Where do we go from here, that be, I got me towed down

It's a new brand year

Everybody love my flow now, all you hoes goin' wild

Wanna fuck with the kid AKA Omen Child, I'm terrible

Oh no I thought you knew, don't be surprised

I fucked with the foundation nation true

Who's to blame, when your brain dead stuck in a ditch

Inside out with your mouth full of dick

So take caution, when you see me slide through the crowd

With my evil grin, I mack a bitch while you get loud

Yeah

Motherfuckers bout be runnin' faster than Luis and shit

You know what I'm talkin' about

Shit

Talkin' loud but sayin' nothin'

I ain't sayin' shit

I don't know

Motherfuckers just so lame in the game

Better just recognize

Trick ass bitch better listen

Soaks ya like a spunge

Do shit my way

And get hung, biyatch

Hoes get hung

Motherfuckers wanna know

Doja sticky

Clickin' when it's finished

And mackaholic and we out

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