Doja Clik - Loud Talkers lyrics

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 f**ed with, and that's the truth this gamology Better soak it up and be a hundred proof Cause you can't be the sh**, slangin' woof tickets You better buy you some, stick with it cause game is unlimited Flippin' sh** rippin' sh** Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild But in the meanwhile, motherf**ers 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 a** is bluffin' Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin' I only f** with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal Really though, you don't know sh**, I put that on my dick f** a b**h 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 bullsh** Motherf**ers 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 n***a.. f** you, s** my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious n***as get f**ed, I grap my dick, co*k, then bust a nut Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain I don't see sh** but the motherf**in' 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 f** 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 n***as 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' s**as loud mouth, fakin' all the funk Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' sh** up No mercy, you heard me, b**hes ain't sh** I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so k**a 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 f** 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 f** with the kid AKA Omen Child, I'm terrible Oh no I thought you knew, don't be surprised I f**ed 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 b**h while you get loud Yeah Motherf**ers bout be runnin' faster than Luis and sh** You know what I'm talkin' about sh** Talkin' loud but sayin' nothin' I ain't sayin' sh** I don't know Motherf**ers just so lame in the game Better just recognize Trick a** b**h better listen Soaks ya like a spunge Do sh** my way And get hung, biyatch Hoes get hung Motherf**ers wanna know Doja sticky Clickin' when it's finished And mackaholic and we out