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young olt - stop talking كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
gang, i’m back with another one boy it’s too easy man
it’s ya boy treezy, it’s olt man coming straight from the ‘burg you ‘herd me?
va sh_t stop playing, gang
these n_ggas not on the same sh_t as me, these n_ggas some b_tches

(hook)
2 sticks, 2 drinks, got jay in the back with the too stank
got a b_tch sucking d_ck in the mulsanne
i don’t hang ’round no rappers they too lame
and these n_ggas be talking, boy these n_ggas ain’t walking
stop talking
and as soon as i walked in, pulled them bands out my pockets these b_tches start stalking
chops finna flip his whole body no kick flip
when i shoot on god i ain’t missing
run up, lay him down like we having a picnic
i been told y’all n_ggas to listen
chains on me yeah my neck steady glisten
keep a watch on my wrist like i’m ben 10
i’m not with that talking i’m just with that hitting
shoot him in his mouth ‘for he finish his sentence

(verse)
i’m not with that talking, just shut it up
where i’m from if you broke then go run it up
keep them glocks on my hip, think i don’t? then run up
how much you wanna bet you get left in the dust?
i just f_cked on your b_tch and i left in a rush
boy you broke as a b_tch you be catching the bus
he be talking that sh_t with no stick and that’s tough
’cause when i catch him in traffic i swear i’ma dump
“olt a b_tch, that n_gga be capping”
“when i see him in person i swear that it’s happenin'”
“he don’t keep no bl!ck, that n_gga just rapping”
when i seen them, them n_ggas went ghost like casper
i’ma turn a f_ck n_gga to a ghost like casper
riding in a motherf_cking ghost like casper
the way they play tough they should try out for acting
you do not move no packs you is not with the tapping, stick to rapping
i f_ck on that b_tch and i pass her
i f_ck and my bro finna get her right after
i hop in the foreign let’s see it go faster
i slide to yo church and i shoot up the pastor
f_ck that pastor, that’s yo dead homie? n_gga f_ck that b_st_rd
i’m tryna hit from the back b_tch, f_ck relaxing
if we ain’t on the same page then f_ck yo chapter (on gang, b_tch)
f_ck going to school i was serving a brick
f_ck hitting the books, i was hitting a l!ck
pass me a pull up, baby girl i’m the sh_t
got yo b_tch doing triple back spins on a d_ck
i’m the type of n_gga to pull up to yo crib
we ain’t even got beef i just shoot up sh_t
i finesse whoever you boo’d up with
let me tell you what i just pulled up with
i pulled up with_

(hook)
2 sticks, 2 drinks, got jay in the back with the too stank
got a b_tch sucking d_ck in the mulsanne
i don’t hang ’round no rappers they too lame
and these n_ggas be talking, boy these n_ggas ain’t walking
stop talking
and as soon as i walked in, pulled them bands out my pockets these b_tches start stalking
chops finna flip his whole body no kick flip
when i shoot on god i ain’t missing
run up, lay him down like we having a picnic
i been told y’all n_ggas to listen
chains on me yeah my neck steady glisten
keep a watch on my wrist like i’m ben 10
i’m not with that talking i’m just with that hitting
shoot him in his mouth ‘for he finish his sentence

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