DRANK TALK Lyrics

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Im just talking real shit

You know I be out here cooking up shit, making beats too

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(Young Premium)

Dirty soda, big pints not no Tris

Wocky on me, sipping Hi-Tec like Hi-C

Bad bitches she tryna fuck on nightly

Im just fucking on her she is not my wifey

Tell yo boyfriend that he is not in my league

Say he got some money, he aint never touch no cheese

All the money that I touch gotta have them sleeves

Told that bitch she aint getting shit if she dont get all on her knees

12 bitch from different states tryna cuff like police

Counting blues, selling orange pills I feel like Spike Lee

Im just hoping all my niggas do the right thing

White bitch got jungle fever say she like me

Niggas hating on me and I been wondering why

Aint Illuminati but throwing diamonds in the sky

Dripped all in that ice

Dont give a fuck about a price, Ima cop it if I like

I just hit yo bitch and then I act like I dont know her

Poured a 4 in a Sprite look like Whoopi Goldberg

Smoking on that Runtz pack, send me to the solar

A beast and Im iced out, Im feeling oh so polar

Why you chase that bitch, when you aint even got no bands?

Why you drop that wack ass song, you dont even got no fans?

Why you tryna dap me up if you is not my mans?

Been getting money, still getting it that's the plan

Purple camo Bape came straight from Japan

God damn, Preme Select on my pants

God damn, I love fucking on my fans

2 bitches my type they look like twins

And I dont give a fuck if they was real sisters

After me I pray she wash her mouth before you kiss her

Im undertaker put that pussy in a grave nigga

I play that PS5 but will not play no games wit ya

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