
ion wanna talk 3 Yung Keeta (Ft. Malik)
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[Malik & Keeta]
Yeah yeah
Call a Uber hoe if you don't wanna walk
In the studio so I don't wanna talk
Nigga I be like
I don't wanna talk- wanna talk to you
And they be like
Wait what?
I ain't hear shit if they ain't talking bout the bread
He think he a gunner I put dollars on his head
Got a short temper, get too close I'm seein' red
Said I don't wanna talk last time I'm upset
If it ain't 'bout the money we can't have a conversation
Moving on from Kansas every days a vacation
Hella O's and bandages and AR's in my phone now
I got red bottoms 'cause I'm so far from home now
[Keeta]
Talkin' bout the racks I got a whole lot
Yeah I did it by myself I whipped the whole pot
Hold your bro ran up you better hope not
He gon' get shot up, up in his third eye
I don't wanna talk, If I don't like you it's no conversation
We gon' get him gone, ain't no problem, ain't no complication
We all know way who is better do I gotta say it
Boom, boom, boom I just walked up in the hoe sprayin'
Yeah yeah
Call a Uber hoe if you don't wanna walk
In the studio so I don't wanna talk
Nigga I be like
I don't wanna talk- wanna talk to you
And they be like
Wait what?
I ain't hear shit if they ain't talking bout the bread
He think he a gunner I put dollars on his head
Got a short temper, get too close I'm seein' red
Said I don't wanna talk last time I'm upset
If it ain't 'bout the money we can't have a conversation
Moving on from Kansas every days a vacation
Hella O's and bandages and AR's in my phone now
I got red bottoms 'cause I'm so far from home now
[Keeta]
Talkin' bout the racks I got a whole lot
Yeah I did it by myself I whipped the whole pot
Hold your bro ran up you better hope not
He gon' get shot up, up in his third eye
I don't wanna talk, If I don't like you it's no conversation
We gon' get him gone, ain't no problem, ain't no complication
We all know way who is better do I gotta say it
Boom, boom, boom I just walked up in the hoe sprayin'
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