Tech N9ne - Talkin' sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Dalima] Yo, Dalima in the club with that good aroma Yellin at that chick that got sh** I wanna Know and that I really could if I wanna But I'd rather get a drink than pour it on her, ha Cuz I'm known for that, f**ed up drunk off koniak Got narcotic won't roll the sacks up in the back Where the pack of security at, so, on the real I'm used to this Throw your hands up oh deucin this Brand new trucks all blue and this Without a doubt and I doubt yall used to this Uh so don't be acting scared cuz we just love to stay in pairs Talk talk like we don't care we'll f** your hoes and pull they hair But the n***a for real dubbed out with a doubt like half a pill You n***as be saving them hoes thats for real, cup taking and trickin all your skrill When I burst centrifugal, critical individual bust a lyrical eye make her when I be Enemy mixed of pitiful then send a couple of my gilla n***as to get you [Hook] [Verse 2: Dalima] Put game on the track when I rack it up Got a bad lil b**h tryna back it up Tellin me whatever to get me to acting up But then dalima X'ed out for harra**in us No, and she actin pissed got mad cuz a n***a done called her b**h (b**h!) Tryna hate cuz she felt her pits then told another chick that I ain't sh**, so It don't even matter, you can ask her kaliko is scatter Tech got a s*ut plus she bad e-nough to make anybody go bananas Yo, but it don't phase me, what would chick be thinkin that she could play me Even if you could get me to thinkin maybe, it's all good cuz I've been drinkin baby (No) This pimp will next her, don't sip it when I grip when I text her Cop four with the kid from dexter, bottle the lab with a bag protector (eyy) I'm bringin the heat, young Dalima da gilla fin to aim the piece You can't talk slit to a can of grease talk sh** if you want dude we talkin sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I think I hit her in the parkin lot A little wild chick in here that can bark a lot (Woof) Went ballistic when I spark the crotch Looking for n***as like where for art the co*k When I went into the barber shop Then a n***a knew the rumors are gonna start to pop Stop, me at the barber shots What I remember with the kooch she really farts a lot Then I had to call my n***a dalima And he said he was f**ed up and he could barely remember the what? n***a said that he could barely remember the gut Then he said he couldn't even remember the nut So I step in the club stern, no sh** real quick a n***a shrug burn And said when will you s*uts learn, that every one of my b**hes they got rug burn Groupie b**h study runnin your mouth, caddy maddy gave me the gat And now we gunnin your mouth, run in your house 'cause you was sayin something about Tecca Nina hittin regina leavin cum on the couch Don't make me have to go and summon the grouch Bet you a nobody will come when you shout (Hey!) You better go and try to come and you out And lay it from me once you tell me who out, b**h!