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LYRICS: Chief Keef – The Talk

Ayy, ayy (Sosa baby)
Ayy, ayy
Don’t call my phone unless you trying to buy a whole brick, nigga
Phew, phew, phew

[Verse 1]
I’ve been in this shit, boy, you know I ain’t no roody-poo
I just get my dick sucked, it ain’t right she fufu
I just throw my sets up (Ayy), 24-1-4 (1-4)
Tell that nigga steppin’ to me, hit him with the .44 (.44)
Diamonds from the North Pole (Bang), I see you looking, bro (Bang, bang, bang)
You in the trap with the crack, don’t know how to cook it though (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
You spend your bands and your sack on some hooker hoes (Phew)
You post your guns and your set and your cookie dough (Phew)
Watch out, nigga, gang pullin’ up (Skrrt)
I heard you dropped a couple songs, they ain’t good enough (Nah)
I see you’re hangin’ with them goofies, they ain’t hood enough (Huh)
I see you’re trickin’ on that bitch, boy, I wouldn’t have (Go, go)
Ayy, I got a switchblade on the stick, I’ll cut you up (Go)
Pussy actin’ likе you rough, you ain’t rough enough (Nah)
Shorty, I’m about my business, wherе the button up? (Bang)
Cops pulled up on the set, ain’t no cuffin’ us (Grah, bang, bang)
Pulled up in a truck (Skudaskur), what the fuck is up? (Skur)
Ten millies, man (Skudaskur), I urge you, nigga, fuck with us (Skur, skur, skur)
I got pull like guitar, brass orchestra (Doh, doh doh, ayy)
Like I owe the dope something, it got me coughin’ up (Ugh, ugh)
Fuckin’ with them hoes, you gon’ get set up (Ayy)
We got fifty pipes (Ayy), we brought out the best ones (Ayy, gang)
It’s pigs in your farm, pussy, Alabama (Huh, huh)
Baby Glock bit you like a fuckin’ bed bug (Bang, bang)
I’ve been running shit, bitch, you see my leg numb (Bang, bang)
Your homie just died boy, keep your head up (Head up)
I remember when I pulled my first foreign car on Lamron (Lamron)
I remember selling dope on Dipset, Cam’ron (Cam’ron)
Don’t do no deals around him, he might tell something (Shh)
Ayy, lil’ bro, get low, I’m finna nail something (Bop)
Trunk his ass, kidnap him, full nelson (Skrrt, skrrt)
Lookin’ for me, bitch? I’m grindin’ on a rail, son (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got big .45 in my belt, son (Bang, bang, bang)
Thirty-four size jeans, big Amiris (Amiri)
Remember goin’ downtown steal out Akira (Akira)
Now the Hellcat sittin’ outside and it’s gettin’ rusty (Rusty)
Remember making BM buy me H&M (Ayy)
Hold the pussy upside down, now I’m shakin’ him (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cops got him in that room and they breakin’ him (Pussy)
Ambulance took too long, it’s too late for him (Go)
Baby say I’m the dog, get that awful lot (Huh, huh, huh)
And I’m sippin’ cough syrup, yeah, awful lot (Huh)
I just pulled up, Ferrari, yeah, off the lot (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pussy boy, I am rich, your talk is not (Pussy)

That’s why I don’t talk that much (Pussy)
Unless you know me (Pussy) and got something to talk about (Pussy)
If I don’t know you, I ain’t got nothing to say to you, really
But goddamn it, what’s up? (Go)
On foenem, nigga (Go, ayy)
If you ever see me, you gon’ run up on me and goddamn get a handshake or something (Ayy, ayy), you wanna hold something, goddamn, I got you (Go, go, go, go)
I ain’t one of these lame-ass niggas, man (Gang)
GBE baby, Sosa baby, nigga, Sit Gang, nigga, Get it Gang, nigga (Duhduhduh)

[Verse 2]
Chain cost a brick, Arm & Hammer, pot and pan (Huh)
Trying not to go to jail, nigga, not again (No, no, no)
Guy a total copy and paste, get him out there, man (Ayy)
I call my FN, “Waka Flocka”, Glock is Waka’s mans (Bang, bang, bang)
Lookin’ back at old shit, remember we was off the Xans (Huh)
Had a baby-ass closet, now I’m walkin’ in (In)
Ben Frank’, Grant, Jackson been my longest friends (Buddy)
Seent you outside the club, is you gon’ get in? (Pussy)
Heard your fuckin’ last album, boy, you need to stop
You didn’t even do it right, it didn’t need to drop (No)
Man, I’m tired of buyin’ jewelry, man, I need some stock (Bling, bling, bling)
Wake up, take naps and go to sleep with guap
I could never tell my granny I was fixin’ too (Never)
I just rolled down on Bally like “What you finsta do?” (What you sayin’?)
Ho follow me on her real page and finsta too (Yeah)
I just got fresh as fuck for an Insta’ shoot (Sosa baby)
Pulled out black and white truck, moo, moo, moo (Skrrt)
We ain’t never had a big homie, fuck your rules (Fuck ’em)
Hold on, you swear I know you, nigga, fuck is you? (Who is you?)
My pops from the other side, nigga, fuck him too (Huh)
Yeah, I fuck with him a little, nigga, what’s it to you? (Ayy)
We just bought some bumper cars, trying to bump it to you (Ayy)
I just got some green tips (Ayy) and I bought ’em for you (Dududuh)
Heard you slidin’ to the show, bitch, we brought ’em for you (Dududuh)

Ayy (Dududuh)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, phew, gang
Ayy, ayy
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Ayy, ayy

Source: CelebritiesbuzzGh | LYRICS: Chief Keef – The Talk