Dalima, Tech N9ne - Talkin' Shit lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dalima, Tech N9ne - Talkin' Shit lyrics]
Yo, Dalima in the club with that good aroma
Yellin at that chick that got shit I wanna
Know and that I really could if I wanna
But, I'd rather get a drink
Than pour it on her, ha
Cuz I'm known for that
Fucked up drunk off koniak
Got narcotic won't roll the sacks
Up in the back
Where the pack of security at, so
On the real I'm used to this
Throw your hands up oh deucin this
Brand new trucks all blue and this
Without a doubt and I doubt yall used to this
Uh so don't be acting scared cuz we
Just love to stay in pairs
Talk talk like we don't care we'll fuck
Your hoes and pull they hair
But the nigga for real dubbed out with
A doubt like half a pill
You niggas be saving them
Hoes thats for real
Cup taking and trickin all your skrill
When I burst centrifugal
Critical individual bust a lyrical eye
Make her when I be
Enemy mixed of pitiful then send a couple
Of my gilla niggas to get you
Put game on the track when I rack it up
Got a bad lil bitch tryna back it up
Tellin me whatever to get me to acting up
But then dalima X'ed out for harrassin us
No, and she actin pissed got mad cuz
A nigga done called her bitch (bitch)
Tryna hate cuz she felt her pit's then
Told another chick that I ain't shit, so
It don't even matter
You can ask her kaliko is scatter
Tech got a slut plus she bad e
Nough to make anybody go bananas
Yo, but it don't phase me
What would chick be thinkin that
She could play me
Even if you could get me to thinkin maybe
It's all good cuz I've been drinkin baby
(No) this pimp will next her
Don't sip it when I grip when I text her
Cop four with the kid from dexter
Bottle the lab with a bag protector (eyy)
I'm bringin the heat
Young Dalima da gilla fin to aim the piece
You can't talk slit to a can of grease talk
Shit if you want dude we talkin shit
I think I hit her in the parkin lot
A little wild chick in here
That can bark a lot (Woof)
Went ballistic when I spark the crotch
Looking for niggas like where
For art the cock
When I went into the barber shop
Then a nigga knew the rumors
Are gonna start to pop
Stop, me at the barber shots
What I remember with the kooch
She really farts a lot
Then I had to call my nigga dalima
And he said he was fucked up and
He could barely remember the what?
Nigga said that he could
Barely remember the gut
Then he said he couldn't
Even remember the nut
So I step in the club stern
No shit real quick a nigga shrug burn
And said when will you sluts learn
That every one of my bitches
They got rug burn
Groupie bitch study runnin your mouth
Caddy maddy gave me the gat
And now we gunnin your mouth
Run in your house 'cause you
Was sayin something about
Tecca Nina hittin regina leavin
Cum on the couch don't make me have to go
And summon the grouch
Bet you a nobody will come when you shout
(Hey)
You better go and try to come and you out
And lay it from me once you tell me who out
Bitch!
Yellin at that chick that got shit I wanna
Know and that I really could if I wanna
But, I'd rather get a drink
Than pour it on her, ha
Cuz I'm known for that
Fucked up drunk off koniak
Got narcotic won't roll the sacks
Up in the back
Where the pack of security at, so
On the real I'm used to this
Throw your hands up oh deucin this
Brand new trucks all blue and this
Without a doubt and I doubt yall used to this
Uh so don't be acting scared cuz we
Just love to stay in pairs
Talk talk like we don't care we'll fuck
Your hoes and pull they hair
But the nigga for real dubbed out with
A doubt like half a pill
You niggas be saving them
Hoes thats for real
Cup taking and trickin all your skrill
When I burst centrifugal
Critical individual bust a lyrical eye
Make her when I be
Enemy mixed of pitiful then send a couple
Of my gilla niggas to get you
Put game on the track when I rack it up
Got a bad lil bitch tryna back it up
Tellin me whatever to get me to acting up
But then dalima X'ed out for harrassin us
No, and she actin pissed got mad cuz
A nigga done called her bitch (bitch)
Tryna hate cuz she felt her pit's then
Told another chick that I ain't shit, so
It don't even matter
You can ask her kaliko is scatter
Tech got a slut plus she bad e
Nough to make anybody go bananas
Yo, but it don't phase me
What would chick be thinkin that
She could play me
Even if you could get me to thinkin maybe
It's all good cuz I've been drinkin baby
(No) this pimp will next her
Don't sip it when I grip when I text her
Cop four with the kid from dexter
Bottle the lab with a bag protector (eyy)
I'm bringin the heat
Young Dalima da gilla fin to aim the piece
You can't talk slit to a can of grease talk
Shit if you want dude we talkin shit
I think I hit her in the parkin lot
A little wild chick in here
That can bark a lot (Woof)
Went ballistic when I spark the crotch
Looking for niggas like where
For art the cock
When I went into the barber shop
Then a nigga knew the rumors
Are gonna start to pop
Stop, me at the barber shots
What I remember with the kooch
She really farts a lot
Then I had to call my nigga dalima
And he said he was fucked up and
He could barely remember the what?
Nigga said that he could
Barely remember the gut
Then he said he couldn't
Even remember the nut
So I step in the club stern
No shit real quick a nigga shrug burn
And said when will you sluts learn
That every one of my bitches
They got rug burn
Groupie bitch study runnin your mouth
Caddy maddy gave me the gat
And now we gunnin your mouth
Run in your house 'cause you
Was sayin something about
Tecca Nina hittin regina leavin
Cum on the couch don't make me have to go
And summon the grouch
Bet you a nobody will come when you shout
(Hey)
You better go and try to come and you out
And lay it from me once you tell me who out
Bitch!