LittleSahSah - Talk Lyrics

They gonna always wanna talk about her Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about us
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about him
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk talk talk

They always wanna talk about her
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about us
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about him
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk talk talk

Oh that's your Homie
That nigga got some nerve
Fell in love with blue faces.
All the bitches he curved
Can't be walking around with no S on his chest
Can't be saving No bitches
Got your bitch sucking my dick all night long
She taking these inches
It's too many pussy niggas out here loading extensions
Too many people turning Saint Laurent, and trying to be different
A lot of niggas turnt serpent well look at my dawg denim
Amiri on the jeans yeah sipping my bro lean yeah
We was having fun when niggas tryna intervene ya
We was in the A chilling with the damn gang gang
It's so f*cked up gotta Dodge all the envious ways with the gang gang
Told the dog to hold his head and everything will be okay
Hey
And we was praying for better days before it was ever better days
When money talking about getting it
What more can you say
Calling me a surfer found a wave I had to ride my wave
Oh that's your Homie walking all them dogs trying to wave
Hey
Was just everybody's most favorite hoodie Now I'm everybody's favorite
Mama didn't raise this way
This life is harder than harder than ever lil baby
I was just watching motivational videos this life amazing
Went from something Oh shit since the psych doctor with the flows they been calling me crazy

They gonna always wanna talk about her
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about us
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about him
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk talk talk
Yeah

They gonna always wanna talk about her
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about us
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk about him
Yeah
They gonna always wanna talk talk talk
Yeah

The way we big buck spending
Buck spending
About the way we living
Yeah
I got tired of Versace, Versace
But I got me a bag you dig , yeah
I was f*cking her since 17 now she 33
Killing that pussy roadkill while I'm on a killing spree
Even when its murder on the beat ain't murder on the beat ain't getting me
Got so deep up in that pussy lost the condom up in it
And now she looking like a scapegoat
Gotta go gotta get it , get it
Straight to the money ain't no more ever ever counterfeiting , counterfeiting
Everybody trying to get a mansion trying to be like chicken
Got Giuseppe's on my bottoms and they diamonds got a glisten

They gonna always wanna talk about her
They gonna always wanna talk about us