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juice wrld – talk too much v2 كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah
back in this b_tch, smokin’ thrax in this (skrrt)
yeah (999, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus]
back in this b_tch (back)
smoking thrax in this b_tch (thrax)
back in the day, i was in the trap, moving packs in this b_tch (moving packs)
run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this b_tch (grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this b_tch, huh (grrah, grrah, on my lap)
running too fast, that’s a lap in this b_tch, huh, yeah (skrrt, i go hard)
i go hard, huh, cashin’ and sh_t, yeah, ayy (i go hard, yeah)
pullin’ up in the aston and sh_t (in the aston)
wanna fight chapo, left_right, left_right like cassius and sh_t, yeah (graah, graah, cash)
cashin’ and sh_t

[verse 1]
cash out on a b_tch (yeah, uh_huh)
d_mn right, i’ma hit (yeah, uh_huh)
d_mn right i make hits (yeah), i can’t miss (yeah), i can’t miss (yeah)
f_ck your b_tch in the kitchen (uh, uh_huh, yeah)
so every time when she cooking you up grits, she reminiscing, ya’ dig (uh_huh, skrrt, skrrt, ya dig, ya dig)
d_mn i talk too much, i should really shut up (shh, shut up)
but i talk too much ’cause i’m a moneymaker (moneymaker)
i say what i want (uh_huh), or don’t say sh_t at all (shut up)
b_tch, i shoot to k!ll, huh (yеah)
you shoot to make ’em fall (grrah, grrah)
b_tch i feel like vans (huh), my sh_t bе off the wall, huh (i be skatin’)
doing percocets, wasn’t f_ckin’ with that adderall, huh (i be racin’)
b_tch knock it off (yeah), come over here and top me off (yeah, yeah)
and i can’t gon’ pick you up, but i’ll drop you off (skrrt)
[chorus]
back in this b_tch (back)
smoking thrax in this b_tch (thrax)
back in the day, i was in the trap, moving packs in this b_tch (moving packs)
run up on me, like a pimp, you get slapped in this b_tch (grrah, brrt, you get slapped)
.40 like a bad ho, on my lap, in this b_tch, huh (grrah, grrah, on my lap)
running too fast, that’s a lap in this b_tch, huh, yeah (skrrt, i go hard)
i go hard, huh, cashin’ and sh_t, yeah, ayy (i go hard, yeah)
pullin’ up in the aston and sh_t (in the aston)
wanna fight chapo, left_right, left_right like cassius and sh_t, yeah (graah, graah, cash)
cashin’ and sh_t

[verse 2]
f_ck n_gga wanna take my phone, huh
he don’t even tote my pole
n_gga wanna run, he gone, f_ckin’ that b_tch, she gone
she ain’t wanna test my phone, really wanna tote my pole
and you know that b_tch, she gone, in her abyss, she gone
watch you wanna test my phone, dumb b_tch, leave me ‘lone
you know that money callin’, revenge on me, vlone
f_ckin’ that b_tch, she gone, revenge on me, vlone
revenge on me, vlone
(graah, cash, graah, graah)
ain’t tryna tote my pole, no, bro don’t want no smoke
pull up on him, it’s over
march in that b_tch like sosa
yeah, i already know yo’ girl could overdose
perky on me, i overload, ha, hold on
perky on me, i overload, double d b_tch, she motorboat
i’m a zombie off them drugs, hope i don’t overdose
think too much when i drink too much, i may just overload
that lil’ b_tch, she gon’ f_ck, keep it on the low
tocher when i’m in the liquor store
sh_t, i let the codeine and i let the liquor pour
b_tch i need some more, b_tch i need some more
huh, yeah here it go
you don’t wanna tote my pole, my young n_gga take your soul
i’m a part i take your go up, pull up on ’em, that gun go “woah”
he don’t wanna tote no pole, f_ck n_gga don’t want no smoke
gun on me, b_tch i reload
ain’t tryna tote no pole, b_tch i’ll take your soul
pull up on the scene, i’m gone
i’m so low, i know
pull up on the scene solo
box on my logo, i ain’t come to box, oh no
no adidas, but i use sh_ll toes
double g on my back, right, i ain’t look at the tag right
pull up on him, i blast, right, choppa on yo’ ass, right
double g on my back, right, i ain’t look at the tag right
pull up, choppa blast, yeah, my n_ggas on your ass, huh
leave you in the past if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cash
leave you in the past, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the cash
double g on my back, ksubi jeans on me, sag
pockets fat off them bands, fell asleep off them xans
walk up tweakin’ on my ex b_tch, then my next b_tch
put the money on your head, b_tch, that’s my next hit, yeah
i’m gon’ get some head, b_tch, from a dead b_tch
i’ma get some head, b_tch, dead presidents
hunnid in my pocket, don’t look at my wallet
rocket on me, b_tch, i launch it, this is not a pocket rocket
no, i am not with the talkin’
give him the digits, he’ll take the offence
talk too often, shut the f_ck up, money be talkin’
all on my phone, b_tch leave me alone
b_tch, look at your hoe from the way i’m finna bone
and my style original, you cannot clone
off the top for real, lil’ b_tch, i don’t write
lil’ b_tch i don’t write, i’m the sh_t, no wipe
on her_, wait, my hand on my .9
transform to a chop’, that b_tch optimus prime
b_tch i’m in my prime
rollie on me, can’t take my time
tony hawk, b_tch, i’m on my grind
money is mine, now yours is mine (huh, ayy)
that lil’ b_tch, she shine, vvs alkaline (ayy)
i be on the scene, huh, smokin’ right
og in my backwood, i don’t f_ck with swishers
kkk on my ak ’cause i don’t f_ck with n_ggas, huh
tommy my hilfiger, huh, posin’ for that picture (uh, ayy)
back to where i’m from, we turn n_ggas into swishers, huh
he gone, huh, rollie, huh
run up on me then it’s over (uh_huha, uh_huh)
high off of percs, i ain’t sober
.40 will do you like homer
stick all this sh_t like a b_n_r, my flow yeah, no
my flow, b_tch i own it, only wanna me, no clone
eeny, meeny, miny, moe, b_tches be choosin’
yeah, these b_tches be goin’, huh
[bridge]
f_ck with 12, it’s over, yeah, b_tch it’s over
i get so d_mn high, i end up in a coma
f_ck that b_tch, she goin’, oh_oh yeah, she goin’ (faster)
gun on me, no, i don’t show it (cash, yeah)
lean in the pint, yeah, i pour it (cash)
purple sh_t, sh_t, purple to my f_ckin’ stomach, hurt
even when i’m gone, i’ma put in work
if he hatin’ on me, he’ll be on a shirt

- juice wrld

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