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lightskinkeisha - talk that talk (rich bitch) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, real ghetto b-tch
real atlanta sh-t, the f-ck?
big bank beisha
queen of motherf-ckin’ atlanta
i’m sh-tting on all these b-tches
these b-tches can’t motherf-ckin’ touch me (brandin blanco)
big birkins, ap’s, all that sh-t, and that’s just that on that

[verse 1]
i’m on a whole ‘nother level, i been in my bag, and i keep getting better
i’m getting richer, that -ss getting thicker, my diamonds, they keep getting wetter
f-ck i look like going back and forth with a little b-tch that is not on my level?
i do not give a f-ck, tell that b-tch try her luck, she’ll get folded like a pretzel
straight ghetto b-tch from atlanta, but i get bougie, i might bring the birkin out
p-ssy pink on the hermes, make y’all lil’ b-tches wanna put y’all purses down
hood rich, ghetto sh-t, got your n-gga all in my dm’s, he flirtin’ now
crazy how they used to talk about me, but now my name all in they searches now
pretty in the face, little in the waist, i talk my sh-t, i get c-cky
these b-tches wan’ be me, these b-tches can’t see me, got cc all over my body
k!lling b-tches is a hobby (i’m k!llin’ ’em)
all of my lingo, they copy (they copyin’)
step your sh-t up, b-tch, you sloppy (sloppy)
that sh-t that you doing is not it
my life is great, every night shrimp and steak
i pull up on red carpets and they feed me grapes
the gangsters f-ck with me, put you on a plate
make you part of god’s plan, chopper sing just like drake
i’m finna talk some real cash sh-t, been in my bag, b-tch, i’m doing real fine
i’m doing better then all of my opps, i pop sh-t on the ‘gram and in real life

[chorus]
talk that talk, i’ma walk that walk, i only speak facts
none of these b-tches is seeing me, and that’s just that on that
stayed down ten toes, i’m a real b-tch
i don’t play around, i walk in and k!ll sh-t
big cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
made myself a boss, now i’m a rich b-tch
i’m a rich b-tch, i’m a rich b-tch
big cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
made myself a boss, now i’m a rich b-tch
i’m a rich b-tch, i’m a rich b-tch
big cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
made myself a boss, now i’m a rich b-tch

[verse 2]
i get that bag and i double it, you and your life is in crumbles, b-tch (your life is in crumbles, b-tch)
i’m tired of all of that humble sh-t, i come around and they mumbling
it ain’t my fault you keep fumblin’, queen of atlanta, i’m running it (queen of atlanta)
i’m your b-tch body goals, my booty on swole, my n-gga stay rubbin’ it (stay rubbin’ it)
i made myself popping, i’m self-made, never needed a cosign (facts)
and if they sleeping on me, i’m finna wake ’em up, motherf-ck a bedtime
every day, it’s a new b-tch hating (what?), i tell her to fall in line (fall in line)
tryna throw shade on name, but these diamonds on me gon’ make sure that i always shine, b-tch

- lightskinkeisha

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