BROCKHAMPTON - 1997 DIANA lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - 1997 DIANA lyrics]
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
Four, three, two, one, yay!
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and
Give us more, more, more
Kiss the shoulder, hop in the Corolla
These bitches talkin' shit like
The bottom of porta-potties
Bright ass yellow teeth, you a shit talker
Gossip legs movin' like a salsa dancer
Drunk, fallin' out ya car
Like a flaccid dick aww man, god damn
What the fuck wrong with ya?
Say it to my face, pussy ass boy
Need a Altoid for your hot breath
Life a hot mess
Pop your biceps, cue the roid rage
I think I got like five
More albums inside my mind
This that shit, that do or die
Make your grandmama cry
Keep some baggy jeans on me
Keep a Billie Jean on me
Got that New Orleans on me
Smellin' like a queen to ya
Cu cu cucumber lemonade
I need something fresh today
Barber make the texture fade
Actin' out like it's charades
Strawberry sweater fleece, baby
Give me something sweet
We don't gotta be discreet
Moonwalking between the seats
Hit on that beat and then stop (Ahh)
Hop on that booty like who the hell cutie
Like I don't know cootie
My mama ain't raise no bitch ass
Ain't no kiss ass, ain't no
Get the fuck out of my way now
You are so far off my level stop!
In the barber shop with my niggas, ay
I ain't never soft for my nigga, ay
I ain't never copy no nigga, ay
So quit talkin', bitch nigga
(quit yo talkin', bitch) ay
Ay, I wanna buy a Jeep, ay, that's my energy
Trilogy, that's history, Southside, baby
Rest in peace!
Uh, lordy lordy, testify, yeah
Got explosives in my mind, yeah
Search for feelings I can't find, yeah
I'm a ghost because I grind, yeah
Made a deal with Father Time, yeah
Told me "Find a way to shine" yeah
"I can make you live forever
All you gotta do is dance
Until you die" yeah
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and
Give us more, more, more
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
Four, three, two, one, yay!
Four, three, two, one, yay!
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and
Give us more, more, more
Kiss the shoulder, hop in the Corolla
These bitches talkin' shit like
The bottom of porta-potties
Bright ass yellow teeth, you a shit talker
Gossip legs movin' like a salsa dancer
Drunk, fallin' out ya car
Like a flaccid dick aww man, god damn
What the fuck wrong with ya?
Say it to my face, pussy ass boy
Need a Altoid for your hot breath
Life a hot mess
Pop your biceps, cue the roid rage
I think I got like five
More albums inside my mind
This that shit, that do or die
Make your grandmama cry
Keep some baggy jeans on me
Keep a Billie Jean on me
Got that New Orleans on me
Smellin' like a queen to ya
Cu cu cucumber lemonade
I need something fresh today
Barber make the texture fade
Actin' out like it's charades
Strawberry sweater fleece, baby
Give me something sweet
We don't gotta be discreet
Moonwalking between the seats
Hit on that beat and then stop (Ahh)
Hop on that booty like who the hell cutie
Like I don't know cootie
My mama ain't raise no bitch ass
Ain't no kiss ass, ain't no
Get the fuck out of my way now
You are so far off my level stop!
In the barber shop with my niggas, ay
I ain't never soft for my nigga, ay
I ain't never copy no nigga, ay
So quit talkin', bitch nigga
(quit yo talkin', bitch) ay
Ay, I wanna buy a Jeep, ay, that's my energy
Trilogy, that's history, Southside, baby
Rest in peace!
Uh, lordy lordy, testify, yeah
Got explosives in my mind, yeah
Search for feelings I can't find, yeah
I'm a ghost because I grind, yeah
Made a deal with Father Time, yeah
Told me "Find a way to shine" yeah
"I can make you live forever
All you gotta do is dance
Until you die" yeah
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and give us more
More
Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit
Need to stop talking shit and
Give us more, more, more
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five
Four, three, two, one, yay!