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Childish Gambino - Talk My Shit Lyrics




[ Featuring Flo Milli, Amaarae ]

A-Town do it don't stop, you a-sorta-rich
You niggas disobey by a quarter inch
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a song? That's all I care about (uh, uh)
I'ma make a Billie like I'm Eilish
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a high end (yeah, yeah)
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
But she when sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch (ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, why do they sound like this?
Niggas is tied to the guy
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder, I'm broken up quick
He got a hoe, she might have to jump on the dick
And I'm just doin', it's makin' 'em sick
I did it, I did it
I'm one and the only
I'm there and I'm there, ha, ha
I did it myself, a million, bajillion
I made it a penny, ha, ha
He never got eaten, he still just a critic
He still in his feelings, ha, ha
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm greavin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said, "Baby, what's it?"
Yeah, I said I'm kinda (broke?)
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash your mouth with all the soap
Now my hater want a job but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my short shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a slay, uh
Got my semi right behind me if you want a trick (uh)
Talkin' shit, but when you see 'em they like "Where my hug?" ("Where my hug?")
All this stompin', she look at me, she like, "There my thug"
Had to hold her back she wildin', sayin'

Let me talk my shit (oh)
I'm a liar
If they say we friends, they a liar (they a liar)
Let me come in twos, I'm that karma
I'ma test the roof if I'm higher (yeah)
Someone said bands way too gotty (gotty)
Someone went and got that new Pagani ('gani)
I was makin' plans with ya shawty (yeah)
I'ma keep my mouth in the party

After you (?) Bentley, ho, uh
I sent it to your sister, she a silly ho, uh
Spinnin' shit in me on the mean boat, uh (pe, pe)
Pussy out this Bentley, got like twenty hoes, huh, huh, huh
I'm runnin' this bitch like a race, uh-uh
Bitch, I'ma nut in your face, uh
Most of these (?) in your face
He gonna be runnin' with this gun in his face
He still wanna f*ck, yeah, we got it all day
24 carots, they (?)
Talk shit, come talk shit
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, wait, uh
Ha, ha, I love all my opps
The bitches see me whippin' chicken, almost called the cops (yeah, yeah)
I feel like Gucci Mane, I might just throw her at the drop
I keep that hoochie out the hummer, almost killed the cops, huh, huh
All (?) dance with the (?) man
I got fifty baby mama's in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming "This the f*ckin' anthem"

He said (?) I'm cruisin' (duh)
Pop shit in my sleep, they snoozin' (bitch)
If you broke, hoe, you got the coolin' (yeah, yeah)
All of my friends dead, like Uzi (huh)
Two chains on me, I'm different (damn)
I could f*ck up a check and go miss it (money)
When I walk in I feel attention (ooh)
Shittin' on bitches, I'm leaving them pissed (damn)
(?) hoes 'gon love gold (yeah)
Party, two T's, bitch, I'm hot like a (?) ((?) bitch)
I ain't f*ckin' with nobody, that's a coo'
Why would I need me a (?) (huh)
Chocolate bitch, I be on tops and shit
Beat me up like cocoa
I'm a P-ass bitch, you the opposite
Keep a nigga in a chokehold (duh)

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Hold on
Bando
Ah
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English

A-Town do it don't stop, you a-sorta-rich
You niggas disobey by a quarter inch
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a song? That's all I care about (uh, uh)
I'ma make a Billie like I'm Eilish
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a high end (yeah, yeah)
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
But she when sayin' that shit, might have to marry this bitch (ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, why do they sound like this?
Niggas is tied to the guy
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder, I'm broken up quick
He got a hoe, she might have to jump on the dick
And I'm just doin', it's makin' 'em sick
I did it, I did it
I'm one and the only
I'm there and I'm there, ha, ha
I did it myself, a million, bajillion
I made it a penny, ha, ha
He never got eaten, he still just a critic
He still in his feelings, ha, ha
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm greavin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said, "Baby, what's it?"
Yeah, I said I'm kinda (broke?)
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash your mouth with all the soap
Now my hater want a job but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my short shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a slay, uh
Got my semi right behind me if you want a trick (uh)
Talkin' shit, but when you see 'em they like "Where my hug?" ("Where my hug?")
All this stompin', she look at me, she like, "There my thug"
Had to hold her back she wildin', sayin'

Let me talk my shit (oh)
I'm a liar
If they say we friends, they a liar (they a liar)
Let me come in twos, I'm that karma
I'ma test the roof if I'm higher (yeah)
Someone said bands way too gotty (gotty)
Someone went and got that new Pagani ('gani)
I was makin' plans with ya shawty (yeah)
I'ma keep my mouth in the party

After you (?) Bentley, ho, uh
I sent it to your sister, she a silly ho, uh
Spinnin' shit in me on the mean boat, uh (pe, pe)
Pussy out this Bentley, got like twenty hoes, huh, huh, huh
I'm runnin' this bitch like a race, uh-uh
Bitch, I'ma nut in your face, uh
Most of these (?) in your face
He gonna be runnin' with this gun in his face
He still wanna f*ck, yeah, we got it all day
24 carots, they (?)
Talk shit, come talk shit
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, wait, uh
Ha, ha, I love all my opps
The bitches see me whippin' chicken, almost called the cops (yeah, yeah)
I feel like Gucci Mane, I might just throw her at the drop
I keep that hoochie out the hummer, almost killed the cops, huh, huh
All (?) dance with the (?) man
I got fifty baby mama's in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming "This the f*ckin' anthem"

He said (?) I'm cruisin' (duh)
Pop shit in my sleep, they snoozin' (bitch)
If you broke, hoe, you got the coolin' (yeah, yeah)
All of my friends dead, like Uzi (huh)
Two chains on me, I'm different (damn)
I could f*ck up a check and go miss it (money)
When I walk in I feel attention (ooh)
Shittin' on bitches, I'm leaving them pissed (damn)
(?) hoes 'gon love gold (yeah)
Party, two T's, bitch, I'm hot like a (?) ((?) bitch)
I ain't f*ckin' with nobody, that's a coo'
Why would I need me a (?) (huh)
Chocolate bitch, I be on tops and shit
Beat me up like cocoa
I'm a P-ass bitch, you the opposite
Keep a nigga in a chokehold (duh)

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Hold on
Bando
Ah
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