Talk My sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
A-Town, do it, don't stop, you was sorta rich (Yeah)
You n*ggas missed the bank by a quarter inch (Yeah)
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties out
Do they have a sauna's all I care about (Uh, uh)
I'ma make a billi' like I'm Eilish (Yeah, yeah)
You can't see me flyin' 'cause it's private
She ain't ever seen inside a Hyatt
When we met at first, she actin' quiet
Love when she sayin' that sh*t, might have to marry this b*tch (Ooh, ooh)
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this (Ooh, ooh)
n*ggas is tight that I got her
I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder
I'm buckin' up quick
He got a ho, she might jump on the di*k
Head on a swivel, it's makin' 'еm sick
I did it, I did it
I'm runnin' up on ya, I'm there in a minute, ha, ha
I did it mysеlf, a million, bajillion, I made every penny, ha, ha
He never got even, he still just a critic, he still in his feelings, ha, ha (Uh)
They wanted me dead, they hate when I'm breathin'
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
I want all the smoke, uh
She said, "Baby, what's a yacht?"
I said, "A kind of boat"
Talkin' dirty, you don't wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain't make the cut, uh-uh
Got my shorts up on my knees, I'm feelin' like a sl*t, uh
Got my slammy right behind me if you wanna jug (Uh)
Talkin' sh*t, but when I see 'em, they like, "Where my hug?" ("Where my hug?")
I be stompin', pointin' at me, she like, "There my thug"
Had to hold her back, she wildin', sayin'
[Hook: Flo Milli, Childish Gambino]
Let me talk my sh*t, oh, I'm on fire (Oh)
If they say we friends, they a liar (Yeah)
When it come to tools, I'm MacGyver (Woo)
I'ma touch the roof if I'm higher (Yeah)
Someone said the Benz was too gaudy (Gaudy)
So I went and got the new Pagani (Woo)
I was makin' plans with ya shawty (Yeah)
I'ma keep my mouth in the potty

[Verse 2: Amaarae, Childish Gambino]
After you pop a pilly, ho, uh
I serve it to your sister, she a silly ho, uh
Spinnin' champagne on a mini boat, uh
Pimpin' pus*y out this Bentley, got like 20 hoes, huh, huh, huh
I'm runnin' this b*tch like a race, uh-uh
b*tch, I'ma nut on your face, uh
Most of the internet fake
He gonna be real with that gun in his face
She still wanna f*ck and we done it all day
24 karats, ain't none of them fake
Pop sh*t, ho, talk sh*t
Huh, huh, hol' up (Right)
Ha, ha, I love all my opps
The b*tch done seen me whippin' chickens, almost called the cops
I feel like Gucci Mane, I might just throw her at the drop (Yeah)
I keep that hoochie out the hummer, almost killed the thot, huh, huh
On 5th Ave with the cannon
I got 50 baby mama's in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming, "It's a f*ckin' anthem"
[Verse 3: Flo Milli]
Passin' hoes, no hands, I'm cruisin' (Duh)
Pop sh*t in my sleep, they snoozin' (b*tch)
If you broke, ho, you got the cooties (Haha)
All of my friends dead, like Uzi (Haha)
Two chains on me, I'm different (Damn)
I could f*ck up a check and go missing (Money)
When I walk in, I feel attention (Ooh)
sh*ttin' on b*tches, I'm leaving 'em p*ssed (Damn)
Bad hoes go loco (Yeah)
Body too tea, b*tch, I'm hot like a throat coat (That b*tch)
I ain't f*ckin' with nobody, this a coupe
Why would I need me a photo? (Huh)
Chocolate b*tch, I be on toxic sh*t
He eat me up like cocoa
I'm a P-ass b*tch, you the opposite
Keep a n*gga in a chokehold (Duh)

[Outro: Childish Gambino, Legend Glover]
White boy paid, had to put it on a TikTok (Oh)
White boy paid, had to put it on a TikTok
White boy paid, had to put it on a TikTok (Oh)
White boy paid, had to put it on a TikTok
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Hold on
Bando!
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