Talk WokEmDown
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[Intro]
Talk down, yuh
Aye, aye, yuh
[Chorus]
If you talk down, got some beams at your jaw
Hit it from the back, and she let me hit it raw
I just cut your mans up, with a fuckin' saw
I got my gun cocked, pulled back, and I draw
Splatter his guts, all over the fuckin' wall
Bitch, hit my line, if you really want to brawl
Bullets eat him up, let them carry, long haul
If you want the smoke, choppa haunt you like a doll
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a fuckin' silver Jaguar
Skirt off in a demon, that's a fast car
Race off in this bitch, like it's NASCAR
Do this on the weekends, I'm a trapstar
I'm a rockstar, I'm a wokstar
Soft ass pussy, why you talk hard
Actin' like the ops, who you, Paul Blart?
All you fuckin' own, is a boxcar
[Chorus]
If you talk down, got some beams at your jaw
Hit it from the back, and she let me hit it raw
I just cut your mans up, with a fuckin' saw
I got my gun cocked, pulled back, and I draw
Splatter his guts, all over the fuckin' wall
Bitch, hit my line, if you really want to brawl
Bullets eat him up, let them carry, long haul
If you want the smoke, choppa haunt you like a doll
Talk down, yuh
Aye, aye, yuh
[Chorus]
If you talk down, got some beams at your jaw
Hit it from the back, and she let me hit it raw
I just cut your mans up, with a fuckin' saw
I got my gun cocked, pulled back, and I draw
Splatter his guts, all over the fuckin' wall
Bitch, hit my line, if you really want to brawl
Bullets eat him up, let them carry, long haul
If you want the smoke, choppa haunt you like a doll
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a fuckin' silver Jaguar
Skirt off in a demon, that's a fast car
Race off in this bitch, like it's NASCAR
Do this on the weekends, I'm a trapstar
I'm a rockstar, I'm a wokstar
Soft ass pussy, why you talk hard
Actin' like the ops, who you, Paul Blart?
All you fuckin' own, is a boxcar
[Chorus]
If you talk down, got some beams at your jaw
Hit it from the back, and she let me hit it raw
I just cut your mans up, with a fuckin' saw
I got my gun cocked, pulled back, and I draw
Splatter his guts, all over the fuckin' wall
Bitch, hit my line, if you really want to brawl
Bullets eat him up, let them carry, long haul
If you want the smoke, choppa haunt you like a doll
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