Hit-Boy

Hit-Boy - No Talkin lyrics

rate me

Feat. Rich Boy & PeeJ

(Intro)

Pull the plug, pull the plug

Who the plug, we the plug

Who the plug, we the plug

(Verse)

Can't see I been through shit?

Ain't give a fuck bout what you speak, about a k

About my crew, bitch, we ain't gotta talk

Ain't give a fuck bout what you speak, bastard nigga

It's that new shit

I speak the side

And I give a shit bout what you speak, you don't do shit

You are not involved

I'm the nigga that you gotta call

Used to just want in, now we want it all

That's my 20 all, that's my section, we gon' pop it all

Me and all my niggas. They want us black robbed

But fuck it, I'm on my job

A nigga used to pull up in that Lex like (whoa)

Try to tell these niggas I was next like (whoa)

Next move be my best, trynna flex like (whoa)

Break bread with my niggas and invest like (whoa)

(Verse)

Aight, I'm bout to get it goin'

Bring 'em outers, get it started

Tear the southern of California, rip the coast

Enough with off of mine

Came up in the toe

Gave my first beat in the middle lance

12 years later watch the motion picture telecast

Nigga major moves, major moves, I pay my dues

I'm a way finess that we finna make due

New take crew, that's we, that's take a hunit

Million on my mind, givin' zero fucks

(Hook)

Can't you see I been through shit?

I don't wanna talk

I give a fuck bout what you speak about

I came with my crew, bitch, we ain't gotta talk

We give a fuck bout what you speak

If the nigga really knew shit

Bring the speakers out

And I give a fuck bout what you speak about

Cause nigga you don't do shit

You are not involved, I'm the nigga that you gotta call

(Verse)

I neva switch, my bees be feelin' like her

It ain't good in this bitch

Fuck a bliss, I got the angle better than it ever been

Mister couple Sundays, ain't that cozy? Kiss my testament

Change up the flow, yeah, I change up the flow

I pick change up, I master in exchangin' hoes

In a nation of clones I'm that real nigga that stand out

Tryna outlast, nigga, I done spoke my last ounce

Product of the mid-nineties, Daytonas and big bodies

I was in that ass, ass, now I stand for show stoppin'

Similar to foes hompin', bitch I got that bounce

Took the circle to the top, like a fuckin' button down

(Hook)

Can't you see I been through shit?

I don't wanna talk

I give a fuck bout what you speak about

I came with my crew, bitch, we ain't gotta talk

We give a fuck bout what you speak

If the nigga really knew shit

Bring the speakers out

And I give a fuck bout what you speak about

Cause nigga you don't do shit

You are not involved, I'm the nigga that you gotta call

(Interlude)

While you still tryna get it and still ain't got it yet

I knew that I made my moves and nothin' else matters

While you still tryna get it and still ain't got it yet

I been makin' moves and nothin' else matters

(I never talked about)

(I never talked about)

(Not even speak about it)

(I've always been about it)

(Not even speak about it)

I'd try to remake that, hoe

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