Dirty Dell - TYS (Talk Yo Shit) Lyrics

Edge living, bed ridden, fed dipping
Bitch don't open your yapper unless some heads given
Bread driven in the present like red ribbons
Our waves differ get the picture bitch I shred different
Close minded tunnel vision, so blinded
Stiff arm them with charm more like I'm clotheslining
Don't break bread I bake bread the dough's rising
I'm the answer like Allen Iverson's co-signing
More rhyming, less chilling, more grinding
Ignore whining, less pussies, more lions
While you all in the store buying her more diamonds
I just make her scream out her lungs as if the whores dying
Groove fluent, old soul with new music
I spew mucus and get gums your boo toothless
I'm too ruthless don't like it get use to it
I take risks and take shit cuz few do it

Uhh f*ck you
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A league demon, kill shit, don't need reasons
I eat victory, piss greatness, and bleed freedom
A freed heathen who acts stupid through each season
While we scheming on victory at the team meetings
More subtle, less flexing, more humble
Endure trouble, less shootings, more rumbles
High scorer then play it until the score doubles
Two things I'm used to is fake niggas and sore knuckles
Ain't faking I ain't there if she ain't naked
If you offering hand-outs I ain't taking
I hate patience I'm not civil I ain't waiting
I'm not America's Idol nigga I'm Clay Aiken
A risk taker, bitch breaker, hit maker
If niggas scary than be average the shits safer
There's three haters and three supporters but six favors
I maintained the same pain the shits major

Uhh f*ck you
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Uhh f*ck you
Uhh f*ck you
Uhh Uhh Uhh f*ck you