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42oH - Talk to Myself Lyrics



42oH - Talk to Myself Lyrics




[ Featuring ProducerTrentTaylor ]

Chorus x2

Henny in my hand when i walk thru, ion really have noone to talk too, soi talk to the realest nigga that i know, he the only one know what i been thru

Its been a damn road, wonder how many packs have been sold, havent sold my soul, st nick still droppin off the coal, heart cold, cuz love aint been right, feelin like vegeta standing in the moonlight, goin ape ona nigga if he try me, try me,

Dont surprise me, most of the niggas that i trusted defied me, i put that trust shit beside me, and you can trust that the biz will be straight and inviting, im the man thats providing, feed the streets and my fam coinciding, and put my neck under water like im diving, im rollin up, dont give a f*ck, in traffic while im drivin, yea

You ever pick up 30 ps and drive em back home to get to work?? Nah... didnt think so... you cant relate

Chorus

Henny in my hand when i walk thru, ion really have noone to talk too, soi talk to the realest nigga that i know, he the only one know what i been thru
X2

20 bands out shoppin at the trap house, spanish bitch servin pounds in a red blouse, told her we can spend more if they drop the number, tried to show me lows, felt like stevie wonder, I need to get the bale for the 17, security everywhere, look like 7 teens, told her we gone be back, its a weekly thing, and if u treat me right, you'll be profiting,

In the future with this shit, ya im propheting, niggas rockin up the white, janis joplin, I dont judge, cuz i know the money poppin in, A mexican at ya door, with an f and n, all for one late flip, I use to serve qps at the quik trip, I can ship the whole pack for a big tip, if u owe me money comin for ya pink slip,

Trackin packages across the map, vacuum sealed, taped, stuffed in bubble wrap, carbon paper for the ones that gotta touch, I can show u how to move, but cant say much, nah, young king with the boss moves, came straight out the dirt like some horse hooves, on my django ahit when i ride thru, i just really wish i had one to talk to, yea

I put my life on the line for this shit.... its a difference between me and you...
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Chorus x2

Henny in my hand when i walk thru, ion really have noone to talk too, soi talk to the realest nigga that i know, he the only one know what i been thru

Its been a damn road, wonder how many packs have been sold, havent sold my soul, st nick still droppin off the coal, heart cold, cuz love aint been right, feelin like vegeta standing in the moonlight, goin ape ona nigga if he try me, try me,

Dont surprise me, most of the niggas that i trusted defied me, i put that trust shit beside me, and you can trust that the biz will be straight and inviting, im the man thats providing, feed the streets and my fam coinciding, and put my neck under water like im diving, im rollin up, dont give a f*ck, in traffic while im drivin, yea

You ever pick up 30 ps and drive em back home to get to work?? Nah... didnt think so... you cant relate

Chorus

Henny in my hand when i walk thru, ion really have noone to talk too, soi talk to the realest nigga that i know, he the only one know what i been thru
X2

20 bands out shoppin at the trap house, spanish bitch servin pounds in a red blouse, told her we can spend more if they drop the number, tried to show me lows, felt like stevie wonder, I need to get the bale for the 17, security everywhere, look like 7 teens, told her we gone be back, its a weekly thing, and if u treat me right, you'll be profiting,

In the future with this shit, ya im propheting, niggas rockin up the white, janis joplin, I dont judge, cuz i know the money poppin in, A mexican at ya door, with an f and n, all for one late flip, I use to serve qps at the quik trip, I can ship the whole pack for a big tip, if u owe me money comin for ya pink slip,

Trackin packages across the map, vacuum sealed, taped, stuffed in bubble wrap, carbon paper for the ones that gotta touch, I can show u how to move, but cant say much, nah, young king with the boss moves, came straight out the dirt like some horse hooves, on my django ahit when i ride thru, i just really wish i had one to talk to, yea

I put my life on the line for this shit.... its a difference between me and you...
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Writer: Fred Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music

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Performed By: 42oH
Featuring: ProducerTrentTaylor
Length: 3:00
Written by: Fred Moore

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