360 Talk To 'em текст песни, слова песни Talk To 'em 360
360 - Talk To 'em
Majik, I'm laughing at these niggas, too
Cause I'm getting green, these niggas turning blue
Catch your bitch on the ad-libs, nigga
Niggas to the bar
[Verse 1:]
I make money like I make this music
My bottom bitch resembles Stacey Dash as left from Clueless
Got other hoes drooling
Bring em together like they carpooling
Give you some scriptures to my flow
It's like the drugs of music
I keep my fans under influence
Of a dope nigga
I spit crack and sold coke, I'm a dope dealer
I been realer since riding a Big Wheeler
Flow hot as a chinchilla but cold as Brazil winters
You niggas ain't even dinner, more like a beginner
A appetizer, eat em, save em for later, wrap these guys up
Leave a big tip, tell em like this:
My dick only has room for a bitch to exist on it
So dog, you can hop off
Try to convince these other nerd niggas that you not soft
Fronting like a top boss
Putting bread and vodka in the microwave
Is about the only way you'll pop off
I'm me, and you're a me knockoff
Now go and get your girl to blow my socks off
I'll wait
[Hook:]
Slow down Six, you're killing em
Slow down Six, you're killing em
[Verse 2:]
Shit about to get crazy like Lady Gaga mixed with Waka Flocka
And the Dr. Kevorkian sticking forks in em
Snitching to the fans, yeah I think he got some pork in him
When it comes to that, I'm a Muslim - I don't talk to them
Catch me with that white girl, though
Every saint gotta sin
So nigga, give me a brick, I'm going in like Lin
Lift you up like light wind on Marilyn
Monroe's white dress when she was standing over vents
You rappers is kinda tense, got me feeling like a threat
Talking shit all on the Net
But when you see me, it's, "Respect"
Fuck up outta here, sacrificed a lot of years
Blood, sweat, a lot of tears
Studied all the pioneers
The Nases, the Jiggas, the Biggies and the Pacs
The local rapper on your block wondering when I'm a stop
Never; yeah, I hear your raps, you kinda hot, I'm better
We could place a wager, man, I got whatever
What you wanna do?
I should open up a school
Teach you what not to do
Here's the rules, let me drop some jewels
One: don't be trying to sound like other niggas
Two: how you bitter, but you follow me on Twitter?
Okay, three: don't be out here trying to give out no advice
When you ain't quite as nice and your shit ain't going right
I'm winning cause I don't make excuses
Excuses is useless
If I fuck up, then so be it and I keep it moving
At least I failed on my own
You niggas so scared to fail, your music never left your home
Don't be trying to take me out my zone
My boys'll break your bones for a fresh pair of Foams, holmes
(Hold up, these niggas trying to give you advice
And none of these niggas is nicer than you)
Always a nigga in your ear, trying to steer your career
But it's weird, yeah, they ain't got the drive to steer theirs
We're harder now; when you was back reclining, I was grinding out
Shining like a diamond and you're not around
But I know you see it, though
It's gon be some shit when you at the light in your vehicle
When look to your left and look to your right
And see some bitches bumping my hits, enjoying they night, right?
[Outro:]
Yeah, that's gonna be the day
3-6-0
Don't try to be friends with me now, nigga
Tell you like Jay-Z, "Cocksucker, beat it"
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