Smoove'L, Sha Gualla - Talk Wit Bro lyrics
[Smoove'L, Sha Gualla - Talk Wit Bro lyrics]
Yo, yo, yo, bro, I gotta
I gotta put you on about something
Forreal, I just saw some shit
I'ma tell you, though
It's about one of these hoes
That you fuck with
Just listen, listen up
Yo, bro
I'm your brother, I'ma let you know
I just seen a bitch who you fuckin'
Wit' kiss another nigga by the store
This is why you never trust a hoe
This is why I never get too close
I ain't chuckin' bitches
I ain't frontin'
Claimin' that they love you
But they really don't
That's why I say
I'm through with love
I curve this pain with drugs
Don't get in your feelings
Just give another bitch the dealings
If you stay in your bag
You make 'em more mad
On the inside, it be killin'
See my bitch kissin'?
Bro, you deadass, you seen my bitch kissin'?
I was fallin' in love, I was trippin'
I knew from the jump
Shoulda hit it and quit it
Now I won't even ask if she did it
I'm catchin' a case 'cause
She comin' up missin'
I'm gon' fuck on her friend, record
Then send
To show her I really mean business
She won't find another me, forreal though
I bet that nigga be a widow
Can't fuck with no others
Just stuck with our brothers
It be like Malcolm in the Middle
And bruh, you my brother
That's word to my mother
It been that way since we was little
We made it out the gutter
The oppas discuss us
Them niggas sweeter than a Skittle
I put the R to the E to the S to the P
And the E and the C and the T
But I'm disrespectful, and you know it
If I gotta blow it, I won't aim for feet
And pussy really 'round the world
You were rated R, shoulda used a C
I don't get it, I think that we trippin'
Just level up on her and let that bitch be
'Cause I swear, if I go through this hit
I ain't showin' remorse for
This nigga and bitch
Blowin' over and over like I'm from the 6
Let the 4 off the deuce
And I'm droppin' 'bout 6
'Cause you know how I'm comin'
I won't shoot to miss
I'ma catch me a murder before a attempt
But right now, we ain't thuggin'
We buggin'
You think we should go through
This over a muhfuckin' bitch?
She a P.Y.T, bruh
But I cannot beef, 'cause a bitch? No way
I'ma fuck another bitch, then I'll be okay
Let's TD, then he'll be O.A
Let's go get paid, let's go get guap
For all them broke days we
Was posted on the block
If when we on, shut the jump off
Word to mother
I'll be richer for the hip when it hop
Word to mother, we be with the drip
Make her drop
Word to mother, we can bang, bang, bang
Make it pop
I heard ol' boy got the baddest lil' bitch
I could fuck his lil' bitch
Just to make his heart stop
Now she my thot, I be on that top
She be suckin' my cock like
A cherry Push Pop
If he found out that I nut in her mouth
He gon' kill himself with a brand new Glock
With a brand new Glock
This a brand new stick
I just got me a muhfuckin' whole new bitch
Why the fuck would you trust her?
You know she ain't shit
Now I'm in that mood and I'm ready to spit
I go 'bout some but you know I'ma win
'Bout to walk up to him and check his chin
If he act like you wit' it
You know I'ma hit
Boom, baow, on God, I committed sin
I'm through with love
I curve this pain with drugs
Don't get in your feelings
Just give another bitch the dealings
If you stay in your bag
You make 'em more mad
On the inside, it be killin'
I gotta put you on about something
Forreal, I just saw some shit
I'ma tell you, though
It's about one of these hoes
That you fuck with
Just listen, listen up
Yo, bro
I'm your brother, I'ma let you know
I just seen a bitch who you fuckin'
Wit' kiss another nigga by the store
This is why you never trust a hoe
This is why I never get too close
I ain't chuckin' bitches
I ain't frontin'
Claimin' that they love you
But they really don't
That's why I say
I'm through with love
I curve this pain with drugs
Don't get in your feelings
Just give another bitch the dealings
If you stay in your bag
You make 'em more mad
On the inside, it be killin'
See my bitch kissin'?
Bro, you deadass, you seen my bitch kissin'?
I was fallin' in love, I was trippin'
I knew from the jump
Shoulda hit it and quit it
Now I won't even ask if she did it
I'm catchin' a case 'cause
She comin' up missin'
I'm gon' fuck on her friend, record
Then send
To show her I really mean business
She won't find another me, forreal though
I bet that nigga be a widow
Can't fuck with no others
Just stuck with our brothers
It be like Malcolm in the Middle
And bruh, you my brother
That's word to my mother
It been that way since we was little
We made it out the gutter
The oppas discuss us
Them niggas sweeter than a Skittle
I put the R to the E to the S to the P
And the E and the C and the T
But I'm disrespectful, and you know it
If I gotta blow it, I won't aim for feet
And pussy really 'round the world
You were rated R, shoulda used a C
I don't get it, I think that we trippin'
Just level up on her and let that bitch be
'Cause I swear, if I go through this hit
I ain't showin' remorse for
This nigga and bitch
Blowin' over and over like I'm from the 6
Let the 4 off the deuce
And I'm droppin' 'bout 6
'Cause you know how I'm comin'
I won't shoot to miss
I'ma catch me a murder before a attempt
But right now, we ain't thuggin'
We buggin'
You think we should go through
This over a muhfuckin' bitch?
She a P.Y.T, bruh
But I cannot beef, 'cause a bitch? No way
I'ma fuck another bitch, then I'll be okay
Let's TD, then he'll be O.A
Let's go get paid, let's go get guap
For all them broke days we
Was posted on the block
If when we on, shut the jump off
Word to mother
I'll be richer for the hip when it hop
Word to mother, we be with the drip
Make her drop
Word to mother, we can bang, bang, bang
Make it pop
I heard ol' boy got the baddest lil' bitch
I could fuck his lil' bitch
Just to make his heart stop
Now she my thot, I be on that top
She be suckin' my cock like
A cherry Push Pop
If he found out that I nut in her mouth
He gon' kill himself with a brand new Glock
With a brand new Glock
This a brand new stick
I just got me a muhfuckin' whole new bitch
Why the fuck would you trust her?
You know she ain't shit
Now I'm in that mood and I'm ready to spit
I go 'bout some but you know I'ma win
'Bout to walk up to him and check his chin
If he act like you wit' it
You know I'ma hit
Boom, baow, on God, I committed sin
I'm through with love
I curve this pain with drugs
Don't get in your feelings
Just give another bitch the dealings
If you stay in your bag
You make 'em more mad
On the inside, it be killin'