Talk To Me-David Banner

歌手 : David Banner

专辑 : MTA2 - Baptized In Dirty Water - Screwed & Chopped

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:39

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TXT Talk To Me-David Banner 文本歌词

Artist：david banner

Songs Title：talk to me

Now if these boys want war, talk to me now (Repeat 2x)

Lay it down motherf**ker, lay it down you b**ch (Repeat 2x)

The cracker smacker, the heat packer, the car-jacker

The if you don't come off ya sh*t, then click-clack and blaka-blaka

The b**ch smacker, the cash, the dough

The confetti get bustin', to feel in your head

Your blood, drip in a mug

Poppin' the slugs

Me I just don't give a high f**k

'Bout none of yall, or ball

Flip, give him a call

On the celly, then it's on

War until your gone

Til' you die, decease

F**k it b**ch ain't no peace

Ain't no makin' up

Bustin this 9 motherf**ker

Until it's breakin' up

I told yall b**ches that I'm clickin'

I'm flippin these twankies

Buckin' at ? like I'm spankin'

Like the way I f**ked yo babymama ni**a you should thanked me

What it is, handle yo biz, I'm all off in yo crib

With your miss, the father of yo kids, is right HERE!!!

-Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh, Uh

Don't get your nose-broke (Nose Broke!)

Don't get your eye split (Eye Split!)

I hate you scary a** rappers that be talkin' sh*t

You, f**k around and make me pull that tech and leave you wet boy

Three hours later I'm at the club in my vette boy

I get respect boy, I'll break your neck boy

They love my style from the east to the west boy

I keep a pistol for haters

We put them spinners on gators

F**k all the braggin' and boastin'

I'll leave you gaggin' and chokin'

You think I'm jokin, I'm not

I'll go to war for my *z

Unless I die, I'll testify I'd go to court for my *z

I'm from the land of the trill

Where perpetrators get killed

Around my way my ni**a

That's how we live

-(Uh, YEAH!, Uh, Uh)

(Yeah you talk it but you don't mean it)

You got p**sy b**ch, and I seen it

And I smell it and inhale all the dro' that *z a hoe

(Don't ask me to hit my w**d, don't ask me to hit my drank)

(We the best collaboration ni**a f**k what you thank)

Like fiend on a tape, WHOMP WHOMP MUTHAF**KA!!

And yo momma smoke crack, cuz she's a cheap dick sucka

(We got peanut-butter on 'lacs, from Texas to the Jack)

(And we keep heaters and milli-miters) Cuz we don't like the way yall act

And it's ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa, I'm knowin' where you are

I'm cockin' back my pistol, and I'm bustin' at ya car

Get buck motherf**ker, Get buck (B**ch, Yeah!)

Get buck motherf**ker, Get buck, give a f**k (B**ch, Yeah!)

(Lay It Down) Southside (Lay It Down) B**ch

(Lay It Down) Repeated until song fades