
Don’t Talk to Me Big Homiie G (Ft. BIG30)
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[Chorus: Big Homiie G]
Please don't talk to me
I can't hold no convos, no
If it ain't 'bout money, what the fuck we talking for?
I like nacho cheese, with extra cilantro
Stacking up my chips, I don't need no love, no
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
I can't hold no convos, no
Please don't talk to me
What the fuck we talking for? (It's Gizzle)
[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
M.O.N.E.Y
That's what get me high
Play with me it's bye (he gone)
S.K.Y., the sky
BGE the gang, I'm gon rep it till I die
See him, take his chain, that's a mothеrfucking lie
7.62 knock his shit loose
Why the fuck hе try?
I was getting head counting up bread, that's my alibi
Smoking on runts, so many blunts, that shit had me tired
Pop me a perc, it was a ten now I'm energised
So much cake on me
I look like a bakery
They used to hate on me
I took off, they like wait on me
All this weight on me
Still won't slow me down
Ain't never seen a gym, but gettin' off pounds
Please don't talk to me
I can't hold no convos, no
If it ain't 'bout money, what the fuck we talking for?
I like nacho cheese, with extra cilantro
Stacking up my chips, I don't need no love, no
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
Please don't talk to me
I can't hold no convos, no
Please don't talk to me
What the fuck we talking for? (It's Gizzle)
[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
M.O.N.E.Y
That's what get me high
Play with me it's bye (he gone)
S.K.Y., the sky
BGE the gang, I'm gon rep it till I die
See him, take his chain, that's a mothеrfucking lie
7.62 knock his shit loose
Why the fuck hе try?
I was getting head counting up bread, that's my alibi
Smoking on runts, so many blunts, that shit had me tired
Pop me a perc, it was a ten now I'm energised
So much cake on me
I look like a bakery
They used to hate on me
I took off, they like wait on me
All this weight on me
Still won't slow me down
Ain't never seen a gym, but gettin' off pounds
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