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All Talk (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: August-Tre
Language: English
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August-Tre - All Talk (Freestyle) Lyrics




They don't f**k with me they say he too damn talkative
N***a if you was sitting on what I'm sitting on you'd have confidence,
You out of options, the wait is over,
Them boys get faded in the stu cause they can't rap when they sober
Drop all the songs you want to im calling up waste management
And to be honest you gone have them n****s panicking
They running round pulling hair out self damaging
To much garbage to handle it
N***a I can't stand this shit
I aint go no time for you
That light that's coming thru yo window that's my shine on you
The gifted son momma told me boy im proud you
Its gettin lil cold they waitin for you to come and warm the town won't you
Start cleaning you heard im coming to yo city
Girl I keep my shit lowkey its several bitches see me
Overpriced like im preme
Float on beats like a dingy
I know I make it hot but its smart to keep a beanie
Stick with cause I make shit happen like a genie
The reason why they don't like me too far beyond average
One too many titles on the pilot boss the captain
Yo goals ain't big enough if you tell em n they aint laughin
N***a im a custom fabric
Gotta have my own shit
August/Fourteen doing damage in this b***h
I got my own label influence gone make you rich
Confidence 100 million n its making n****s drop dead sick
Don't got hella patients so listen gone say this one time
Ion give a f**k about this job leaving at lunchtime, sublime
Best performance is when its crunch time
Im always late so don't talk to me bout no lunchtimes
B*****s they f***k with me because I rhyme tight
And I treat em real good
Ion do it out of spite
Imma f***k her then I jet that night
Im keeping my game tight
My n***a its only right
Bitch im all about a check mf like uh
I be hearing other n****s n they wack like bruh
Need to get up in the studio n lock the f****n doh
From the outside
I heard you from the westside
This my side
Boy I turn the heat up n cook you have n****s air fried
I be in the zone my n***a the air is dry..
Come n get yo girl she tryna f**k I aint reply
Cause im bout to supersize
Trouble season suit n tie
Give me the double breasted
Im out here moving reckless
You know im well rested,
But always feeling restless
Im play chest n these n****s is playin checkers
Come here you noisy niggas all you f****n move checkers
I aint just talking now I got something to show for you
You think you good at something my n***a you better go for it
Don't listen to these busted ass n****s n these triflin ass b*****s
Cause they gone hold you back its they job to play they position fr
Spaceheadthelabel..
Go head n follow that shit if you able..
Yeerr
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English

They don't f**k with me they say he too damn talkative
N***a if you was sitting on what I'm sitting on you'd have confidence,
You out of options, the wait is over,
Them boys get faded in the stu cause they can't rap when they sober
Drop all the songs you want to im calling up waste management
And to be honest you gone have them n****s panicking
They running round pulling hair out self damaging
To much garbage to handle it
N***a I can't stand this shit
I aint go no time for you
That light that's coming thru yo window that's my shine on you
The gifted son momma told me boy im proud you
Its gettin lil cold they waitin for you to come and warm the town won't you
Start cleaning you heard im coming to yo city
Girl I keep my shit lowkey its several bitches see me
Overpriced like im preme
Float on beats like a dingy
I know I make it hot but its smart to keep a beanie
Stick with cause I make shit happen like a genie
The reason why they don't like me too far beyond average
One too many titles on the pilot boss the captain
Yo goals ain't big enough if you tell em n they aint laughin
N***a im a custom fabric
Gotta have my own shit
August/Fourteen doing damage in this b***h
I got my own label influence gone make you rich
Confidence 100 million n its making n****s drop dead sick
Don't got hella patients so listen gone say this one time
Ion give a f**k about this job leaving at lunchtime, sublime
Best performance is when its crunch time
Im always late so don't talk to me bout no lunchtimes
B*****s they f***k with me because I rhyme tight
And I treat em real good
Ion do it out of spite
Imma f***k her then I jet that night
Im keeping my game tight
My n***a its only right
Bitch im all about a check mf like uh
I be hearing other n****s n they wack like bruh
Need to get up in the studio n lock the f****n doh
From the outside
I heard you from the westside
This my side
Boy I turn the heat up n cook you have n****s air fried
I be in the zone my n***a the air is dry..
Come n get yo girl she tryna f**k I aint reply
Cause im bout to supersize
Trouble season suit n tie
Give me the double breasted
Im out here moving reckless
You know im well rested,
But always feeling restless
Im play chest n these n****s is playin checkers
Come here you noisy niggas all you f****n move checkers
I aint just talking now I got something to show for you
You think you good at something my n***a you better go for it
Don't listen to these busted ass n****s n these triflin ass b*****s
Cause they gone hold you back its they job to play they position fr
Spaceheadthelabel..
Go head n follow that shit if you able..
Yeerr
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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