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    "Talk 2 Me" Lyrics


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    Talk 2 me Wale
    you know we had to do it again bruh bruh

    Talk 2 me
    Talk 2 me
    Talk 2 me
    Talk 2 me
    Talk 2 me
    Talk 2 me

    what up bankhead
    Hey lil mama whats your name
    Im wale but they call me great
    PRPS cover my eight's
    uhh, lemme switch my pace
    No rims on my Benz-o
    Just tint hoe and good endo
    I love a girl that think alot
    Cause sex with me is mental
    That mental, that brain power
    my J rolled and that thing loud
    Thats OG, I OD
    my hoes loud but im low key
    Its no drought were I be
    bitch no police, heres fire wings
    Dats five piece thats how I be
    im proud of me im so G
    im carry out with it
    who are yall kiddin
    N-gga I live it cant get in my business
    Cant get with my bitches
    Cant get my lyrics
    I dont give five shits come get with my skrilla
    Killa I roller cheese blazed
    high as fuck and feelin great
    I thought I was out Atlanta
    But God damn im outta space
    Bitch no days off
    And I aint got no breaks
    And I dont take these bitches out
    I make pyjama dates
    Feed them to some convo
    and some wine
    and take a condom break
    If she dont fake I work that p-ssy out
    like it was outta shape


    I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow
    I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo
    Throwin hundreds then im gone you cant go to the places I go
    when that money calls I holla back
    cause gettin to this dough is all I know

    I holla back
    I holla back
    I holla back
    I holla back
    I holla back
    I holla back
    I holla back
    I holla back

    She wanna be grown
    I know that is your bitch
    but she wont leave me 'lone
    look, she love me from them poems
    and them songs, in my zone
    and im gone and she gone
    But she gone home
    she say no and she say she on
    n-gga f-ck that
    she gone open up we gone puff dat
    coconuts ciroc where Puff at?
    Never fall in love dont cuff dat
    while y'all foreplay I punt that
    4 downs
    more rounds
    more vodka
    more brown
    more broads
    more loud
    more money to count
    Yeah you know I'm gettin right
    Bet they on my dick tonight
    all my women fly as shit
    why your bitches scared of heights?
    why these broads hear my late call
    start rushing over runnin lights?
    why they try to see my flow
    but they know dats outta sight
    my Polo cost ends
    and bitch im dolo
    f-ck friends, so all who dont know
    I'm in so take a photo
    my fit is sick as shit cant find these shoes
    unless you was out in 92?
    rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent
    Dats my f-ckin dude
    lets go


    [Roscoe Dash]
    Money's on the mental
    my efforts monumental
    I go more than mental
    this is more than redbull the window
    he's coming
    thats what these hoes say
    just Patron and Rose
    got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling
    from start until explosion
    they down to do it all
    I call em US open
    big money I can't fold it
    it calls me like I owe it
    I dont car nothin bout it
    I hit the mall and blow it
    my money's ever lasting
    if you seen me, you would know it
    I swear money's all I know
    green I go, I'm Ford focused
    I know they mad I'm on
    but thats too bad cause err sh-t
    Im here to stay I brought my bags

    This song was submitted on September 27th, 2011.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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