Ver Video Talk My Shit Feat Flo Milli Y Amaarae By Childish Gambino 2024 en línea | Musica Rap

Childish Gambino - Talk My Shit Feat Flo Milli Y Amaarae Lyrics

A-Town do it don't stop, you was sorta rich (Yeah)
You niggas missed the bank by a quarter inch
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a sauna's all I care about (Uh, uh)
I'ma make a Billie like I'm Eilish (Yeah, yeah)
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a Hyatt
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
Love when she sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch (Ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this (Ooh, ooh)
Niggas is tied to the guy
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder, I'm broken up quick
He got a hoe, she might have to jump on the dick
And I'm just doin', it's makin' 'em sick
I did it, I did it
I'm runnin' up on ya, I'm there in a minute, ha, ha
I'm there in a minute, ha, ha
I did it myself, a million, bajillion, I made every penny, ha, ha
He never got even, he still just a critic, he still in his feelings, ha, ha (Uh)
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm breathin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said: Baby, what's a yacht?
Yeah, I said: A kind of boat
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my short shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a slut, uh
Got my slammys right behind me if you wanna jug (Uh)
Talkin' shit, but when you see 'em they like: Where my hug? (Where my hug?)
I be stompin', pointin' at me, she like: There my thug
Had to hold her back she wildin', sayin'

Let me talk my shit (Oh)
I'm on fire
If they say we friends, they a liar (Yeah)
When it come to tools, I'm maguver (Woo)
I'ma test the roof if I'm higher (Yeah)
Someone said the Benz was too gaudy (Gaudy)
So I went and got the Pagani (Woo)
I was makin' plans with ya shawty (Yeah)
I'ma keep my mouth in the potty

After you pop a pilly, hoe, uh
I serve it to your sister, she a silly hoe, uh
Spinnin' champagne on a mini boat, uh
Pimpin' pussy out this Bentley, got like 20 hoes, huh, huh, huh
I'm runnin' this bitch like a race, uh-uh
Bitch, I'ma nut in your face, uh
Most of the internet fake
He gonna be real with that gun in his face
She still wanna fuck, yeah, we done it all day
24 karats, ain't none of them fake
Pop shit, hoe, talk shit
Huh, huh, hol' up (Right)
Ha, ha, I love all my opps
The bitch done seen me whippin' chicken, almost called the cops
I feel like Gucci Mane, I might just throw her out the drop (Yeah)
I keep that hoochie out the hummer, almost killed the thot, huh, huh
On 5th Ave with the cannon
I got 50 baby mama's in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming: This a fuckin' anthem

Passin' hoes, no hands, I'm cruisin' (Duh)
Pop shit in my sleep, they snoozin' (Bitch)
If you broke, hoe, you got the cooties (Haha)
All of my friends dead, like Uzi (Haha)
Two chains on me, I'm different (Damn)
I could fuck up a check and go missing (Money)
When I walk in, I feel attention (Ooh)
Shittin' on bitches, I'm leaving 'em pissed (Damn)
Bad hoes go loco (Yeah)
Body too tea, bitch, I'm hot like a throat coat (That bitch)
I ain't fuckin' with nobody, this a coupe
Why would I need me a photo? (Huh)
Chocolate bitch, I be on toxic shit
He eat me up like cocoa
I'm a P-ass bitch, you the opposite
Keep a nigga in a chokehold (Duh)

Paid, had to put it on a TikTok (Oh)
Paid, had to put it on a TikTok (Oh)
Paid, had to put it on a TikTok (Oh)
Paid, had to put it on a TikTok (Oh)
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Bando!
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