Kodak Black - Talk about it lyrics

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Kodak Black - Talk about it lyrics

Aye, she know I be runnin’ it, too Lil’ shawty know I’m full of love She know I’m bullsh**tin’ Aye, King, stop playin’, boy, turn the light on in here. (Kodak Black – Talk about it) She know I’m bullsh**tin’, she know I’m running the game Lil’ shawty know I’m selling dreams, she buyin’ it anyway Start some beef with me, boy, it’ll be over any day And my plug come from Italy, yeah he keep me paid Everyday I’m sippin’ on remedy, yeah I keep that drink They need to free my dogs literally ’cause they in a cage I f**k with youngins sometimes You straight, but you got crooked ways Life’s a gamble, crushin’ .. my ace of spades Know I used to f**k with .. ’til I heard he gay I heard a n***a stuck a .. right up his .. a*s And, I be on a molly sippin’ .. And, I don’t like nobody, so get out my face And, I be out here wilin’, b***h, I’m young and violent Aye, I get out my .., I get out my lane I be wearing Venus, I get out my space The Devil, he be creepin’, get him out my space I’m slidin’ wit’ my toast, but it’ll get you baked And, I don’t need a holster when it’s on my waist Yeah, I’m a hell raiser, but I’m heaven made I’m a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways And I poured the lean up in my [lemonade?] I use this s**t to my advantage, call it 7 days And I stack it like a sandwich wit’ no mayonnaise I spent some time wearin’ .., but I don’t ever see. .. casino while my n***as play spades n***as be like b**hes, they be throwin’ shade B***h, get out my face, don’t like them anyway B***h, I’m gettin’ money, no .., and I got laid I’m like a horse on hay, I’m talking Mary Jane Let my .. keep that heat, but I’m in .. n***a come ’round playin’, snipers make you hit the floor Stay strong, n***a B***h, I’m on my 10 toes. From a n***a, call it .. Through FedEx, sell it on Ebay My goons goin’ crazy, they goin’ insane Mention my name, I’m aimin’ at yo’ brain Far from dual lanes we are not the same Took a n***a b***h, he ain’t seen the hoe since That fed don’t make dollars, they don’t make cents .. in the head with the llama, call it common senseee.