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lirik lagu talking loose - mg sleepy

[intro]
(ayy, chop, cut that b~tch up)

[verse 1: tse vic]
f~ck your favorite rapper, n~ggas suck and n~ggas really ass
her breath stink, she got on dirty forces, she can’t hit the gas
my n~gga’s sleep, said he been robbin’ sh~t ’cause he can wear a mask
n~ggas think they really have it ’cause they dropped that jag’
we in a different bag, in two months, we gon’ have that scat
n~ggas uppin’ petty rolls, they don’t got racks
he tried to pass us with it with some reg’, i threw it in the trash
walked inside the crib with a whole ‘bow, have my auntie mad
he couldn’t afford an uber so he got a cab
that quarantine had f~ckеd up my swerves, i had to hit that track
my sister had a boyfriеnd named rick, i shot him in the back
and that tummy t not workin’, b~tch, you still fat
dirty b~tches wash up with they hands when they ain’t got no rag

[verse 2: mg sleepy]
okay, got a n~gga mad
caught a n~gga stealin’ out my sack ’cause he ain’t have no bag
caught a n~gga runnin’ out the back and hit him with a mask
kicked a n~gga out the cornerstore ’cause i ain’t have no mask
told bro to keep on rollin’ ‘woods, i ain’t got no blacks
how you say you talkin’ dog sh~t but ain’t got no racks?
broke n~ggas always talk the most ’cause it ain’t no facts
told count to keep the wocky bottle, i’d take the act’
[verse 3: c9untup]
b~tch, i’m coolin’ with the guys and we rollin’ ‘woods
n~ggas cannot throw up the nine ’cause you not from the hood
brodie know how to whip the pot and he ain’t gotta look
i see you flexin’ with that pole, that’s why you got it took
no time to chase that ho, i’m puttin’ money on my brother’s book
and we don’t need a gun, already p, we got y’all n~ggas shook
brodie servin’ p in the next week, my n~gga rein’ up
gave my lil’ dog a fifty bound and told him eat it up
you the type to hear my song and say we need a hook
i’m smokin’ purple runtz, i’m in the booth, i got the heater tucked
and when it’s time to go to war, it ain’t no freezin’ up
bro put the chop in the microwave, we gotta heat it up
and we already hit the scam so ain’t no schemin’ us
i’m in this b~tch with vic, i just told sleepy roll a finger up
swerves keep tappin’ my phone, my sh~t been ringin’ up

[verse 4: tse e2]
fig say he ain’t take his purse and i was leg itchin’
told that n~gga get up out the trap and take his meds with him
cut the stove on and get a pot and drop a bed in it
be careful with that backwards glock, it got a head in it
told lil vic quit talkin’ ’bout that shh ’cause the feds listening
and don’t drink that pop in there ’cause it got red in it
opp really quick to blow a n~gga, he got squares with him
count three ten talkin’ dog, that n~gga head different
that’s not percs in that plastic bag, that’s not a roll, n~gga
eight count, send me that too real, you talkin’ dog, n~gga
seen a junkie sittin’ in the back shootin’ up raw, n~gga
feds catch vic, he goin’ down for fraud, n~gga
white boy, he like to hit the trap, we call him raw hitter
b~tch, i mean a raw sniffer
n~gga drunk a pint of shotter ounce and called us all n~ggers

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