Busta Rhymes - Talk Ya Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Busta Rhymes - Talk Ya Shit (en) Lyrics
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Go 'head and talk your shit
Look
My money bag heavy in
every town I lock up
Like loafs of bread jumpin' out
the toaster when I pop up
Again because my stocks up, these
bitches get they rocks up
With the stick, poke they Facebook
and fill they inbox up
These niggas full of shit like
toilets when they stopped up
That's when I let your chick come
through and lick my lollipop up
Yeah, there ain't no need
to call a doc up
I kill 'em with these bars, somebody
need to call the cops up
The streets is my vagina how
I always fuck the blocks up
I'm always in the kitchen, I
don't never put the pots up
Regardless what you feel, it's
the God paradox'd up
Like you deserve a right and we
should motherfuckin' swap up
Knocked 'em on they ass, yes,
I'm surprised a nigga got up
Incinerate rhymes, see all
these bodies I'ma chop up
Crime scene raps, better clean
all the blood spots up
Or get a nice clean slap in the
face, sit down and watch us
Ooh, it's that time to give it to 'em
Yeah
Uh, we 'bout to style on
these motherfuckers
Listen, we 'bout to shake
this bitch up right now
Tunechi, go 'head and talk to 'em
while you pass me the loud
Swisher rolled tight,
clique roll tighter
I wave my red flag like
a fuckin' bull fighter
Yeah, bitch, light the L-boogie
I been around the world, there's
no place like pussy
I take one shot for my pain,
one drag for my sorrow
I ain't doin' well, bitch,
I'm doin' Wells Fargo
I get on the beat and leave
the bitch bloody
Keep a hungry bitch with me
that'll eat a bitch for me
You could blame it on Dwayne,
it's all my fault
Bitch, I go hard, concrete sidewalk
Yeah, in Young Money we trust
She'd rather sleep with the
enemy than sleep on us
I got the game in my hand,
I'm playin' keep away
Don't judge me, I'ma beat the case
Yeah, big hog, blue lights,
big dog, roof twice
I'm the crap, two dice, Tunechi
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