Big K.R.I.T. - Talkin Bout Nothing lyrics
[Big K.R.I.T. - Talkin Bout Nothing lyrics]
Ever since I was a youngin'
Up in my grandmomma's house
Watchin "The Mack", reciting it back, like
"Boy what you talkin' 'bout"
Droppin' a switch, hittin' a lick
Trynna get rich off in this bitch
Droppin' my top, I'm poppin my trunk
I’m whippin' my wheel like
I’m whippin' my grit's
These niggas ain’t shit
These niggas ain’t real
These niggas is frauds
Most these haters been cuffing, crushing
Loving all on they broads
So I pull up car, slam a do’, break a ho down
Run her throat 'til it's sore
Pass that ho 'round
I say hold up, damn KRIT that's fucked up
I know it
They say hold up, damn, KRIT let's pour up
I four it
I’m feeling good, feeling great, how are you?
So much bass when I pop my tape
Can’t feel my face, can you feel yours too?
I got this here, I got this here
Might have to chop that up
Her pussy wet, she swab the dick
Might have to mop that up
She say what’s happenin'?, I’m trynna fuck
Might have to prop that up
Bop that up, cock that up
Don’t act all shocked, bitch, slop that up
I need that i want that
I’m 'bout that what’s happenin?
I seen that i bought that
I own that i’m snappin'
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
That I can’t do
That you done done that I ain’t did
Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho
Ain’t into that
Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho
I give her back cut her slack, let her go
Cause she was in the VI
Ain’t like I be askin' for
Attention when I be out
So much tint that I can’t see y'all
Stressin' busses with they feet out
If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin', well
You should keep out shoot the kind of bill
When they buss it gotta be by
She ain’t gotta beg
If she lookin' I can see
Right on they V I drop yo tea top
Haters tend to leave out
The bottles servin', poppin'
Shawty look at all that we got
Look at all that we on
Tell them bloggers be gone
Fuck wutchu been talkin bout
They couch I put my feet on
Ain't no blood for these haters
Ain't no love for these fakes
I was born in the country
I ain’t trippin on a snake
I been fishing for some bitches
All I ever had was bait
If you think you got a problem with it
Tell it to my bass
I need that i want that
I’m 'bout that what’s happenin?
I seen that i bought that
I own that i’m snappin'
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
That I can’t do
That you done done that I ain’t did
Up in my grandmomma's house
Watchin "The Mack", reciting it back, like
"Boy what you talkin' 'bout"
Droppin' a switch, hittin' a lick
Trynna get rich off in this bitch
Droppin' my top, I'm poppin my trunk
I’m whippin' my wheel like
I’m whippin' my grit's
These niggas ain’t shit
These niggas ain’t real
These niggas is frauds
Most these haters been cuffing, crushing
Loving all on they broads
So I pull up car, slam a do’, break a ho down
Run her throat 'til it's sore
Pass that ho 'round
I say hold up, damn KRIT that's fucked up
I know it
They say hold up, damn, KRIT let's pour up
I four it
I’m feeling good, feeling great, how are you?
So much bass when I pop my tape
Can’t feel my face, can you feel yours too?
I got this here, I got this here
Might have to chop that up
Her pussy wet, she swab the dick
Might have to mop that up
She say what’s happenin'?, I’m trynna fuck
Might have to prop that up
Bop that up, cock that up
Don’t act all shocked, bitch, slop that up
I need that i want that
I’m 'bout that what’s happenin?
I seen that i bought that
I own that i’m snappin'
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
That I can’t do
That you done done that I ain’t did
Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho
Ain’t into that
Ain’t nobody trippin' on yo ho
I give her back cut her slack, let her go
Cause she was in the VI
Ain’t like I be askin' for
Attention when I be out
So much tint that I can’t see y'all
Stressin' busses with they feet out
If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin', well
You should keep out shoot the kind of bill
When they buss it gotta be by
She ain’t gotta beg
If she lookin' I can see
Right on they V I drop yo tea top
Haters tend to leave out
The bottles servin', poppin'
Shawty look at all that we got
Look at all that we on
Tell them bloggers be gone
Fuck wutchu been talkin bout
They couch I put my feet on
Ain't no blood for these haters
Ain't no love for these fakes
I was born in the country
I ain’t trippin on a snake
I been fishing for some bitches
All I ever had was bait
If you think you got a problem with it
Tell it to my bass
I need that i want that
I’m 'bout that what’s happenin?
I seen that i bought that
I own that i’m snappin'
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
Not a thing, not a not a thing ho
Yall niggas ain’t talkin bout nothing
That I can’t do
That you done done that I ain’t did