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Paroles de la chanson Talk That Talk par LightSkinKeisha

Yeah, real ghetto bitch
Real Atlanta shit, da fuck
Big Bank Beisha
Queen of motherfucking Atlanta
I'm shitting on all these bitches
These bitches can't even motherfucking touch me
Brandin Blanco
Big Birkins, A cuts, all that shit, and that's just that on that

I'm on a whole nother level, I been in my bag, and I keep getting better
I'm getting richer, that ass getting thicker, my diamonds they keep getting wetter
Fuck I look like going back and forth with a little that is not on my level

I do not give a fuck, tell that bitch, try that little shit, get fold up like a pretzel
Straight ghetto bitch from Atlanta, but I get bougie, I might bring the Birkin out
Pussy pink, I'm on her mans, make y'all little bitches wanna put your purses down
Hood rich, ghetto shit, got your nigga all my dms, he flirting now
Crazy how they used to talk about me, but now my name all in they searches now
Pretty in the face, little in the waist, I talk my shit, I get cocky
These bitches wan be me, these bitches can't see me, got CC all over my body
Killing bitches, it's a hobby
All of my lingo they copy
Step your shit up, bitch you sloppy
That shit that you doing is not it

My life is great, every night shrimp and steak, I pull up on red carpets, and they feed me grapes
The gangstas fuck with me, put you on a plate, make you part of “Gods Plan” choppas sing just like Drake
I'm finna talk some real cash shit, been in my bag bitch, I'm doing real fine
I'm doing better then all of my opps, I pop shit on the gram and in real life

Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk, I only speak facts
None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that
Stay down ten toes, I'ma real bitch
I don't play around, I walk in and kill shit
Big Cuban on my neck, cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I'ma rich bitch

I'ma rich bitch, I'ma rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss now, I'ma rich bitch
I'ma rich bitch, I'ma rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss now, I'ma rich bitch

I get that bag and I double it, you and your life is in crumbles bitch
I'm tired of all of that humble shit, I come around and they mumbling
It ain't my fault you keep fumbling, Queen of Atlanta, I'm running it
I'm your bitch body goals, my booty all swole, my nigga stay rubbing it
I made my self popping, I'm self made, never needed a co-sign
And if they sleeping on me, I'm finna wake em up, mother fuck a bed-time

Every day it's a new bitch hating, I tell her to fall in line
Tryna throw shade on name, but these diamonds on me gon make sure that I always shine

Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk, I only speak facts
None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that
Stay down ten toes, I'ma real bitch
I don't play around, I walk in and kill shit
Big Cuban on my neck, cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I'ma rich bitch
I'ma rich bitch, I'ma rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss now, I'ma rich bitch
I'ma rich bitch, I'ma rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick

Made myself a boss now, I'ma rich bitch

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