Song | Talk That Shit |
Artist | Denzel Curry |
Album | Nostalgic 64 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
alk That *************t | |
Denzel Curry | |
*************s wanna talk that *************t | |
Always say you a gangsta | |
But real *************s know | |
These *************s wanna talk that *************t Always say you a gangsta, but real *************s know you a ************* | |
Mind is took over, just like MK-Ultra | |
My *************s be repping that Bilderberg | |
Pineal gland open, the portals will show them | |
When I astral travel, we back on the curb | |
Slangin' the bird, injured *************s gon' learn | |
Enter cerebral, the minds of the feeble | |
Get eaten like beetles in Mummy Returns | |
Raven Miyagi be sipping that saké | |
Medusa head on me like I'm illuminati | |
I've just woken up in a brand new Bugatti | |
Then grabbing that shotty if *************s gon' test | |
Get off yo chest, talk about a ************* like me | |
Ain't the best, tryna make a ******g threat | |
Put your body on a jet, 314 mother******s | |
Ya'll *************s ain't ******g with the set | |
Let's go get 'em, let the ************* Curry killa hit 'em | |
With my *************s, talk *************t? | |
Mother******'s bought to drill 'em | |
Kill him, kidnap him,? kamikaze? | |
Like blade, renegade through the everglades | |
Put a ************* ************* body 6 feet deep | |
But a ************* can't swim so he gotta count sheep | |
Like 1, 2, searching for you | |
3, 4, ************* it's on when I kick in the door | |
Then I'm selling your ho | |
Then I'm leaving your body like ashes of dro | |
Slow, turn the ************* to a friendly ghost | |
But my *************, this ain't no movie though | |
Caught that ************* slipping at the mother******g Muvico | |
So don't talk *************t, if you ain't 'bout it | |
Like, light yo ass up like ******g Chris****as | |
Either you be a man, or you be a *************, ************* | |
I don't give a *************, just don't talk *************t |
alk That t | |
Denzel Curry | |
s wanna talk that t | |
Always say you a gangsta | |
But real s know | |
These s wanna talk that t Always say you a gangsta, but real s know you a | |
Mind is took over, just like MKUltra | |
My s be repping that Bilderberg | |
Pineal gland open, the portals will show them | |
When I astral travel, we back on the curb | |
Slangin' the bird, injured s gon' learn | |
Enter cerebral, the minds of the feeble | |
Get eaten like beetles in Mummy Returns | |
Raven Miyagi be sipping that sake | |
Medusa head on me like I' m illuminati | |
I' ve just woken up in a brand new Bugatti | |
Then grabbing that shotty if s gon' test | |
Get off yo chest, talk about a like me | |
Ain' t the best, tryna make a g threat | |
Put your body on a jet, 314 mother s | |
Ya' ll s ain' t g with the set | |
Let' s go get ' em, let the Curry killa hit ' em | |
With my s, talk t? | |
Mother' s bought to drill ' em | |
Kill him, kidnap him,? kamikaze? | |
Like blade, renegade through the everglades | |
Put a body 6 feet deep | |
But a can' t swim so he gotta count sheep | |
Like 1, 2, searching for you | |
3, 4, it' s on when I kick in the door | |
Then I' m selling your ho | |
Then I' m leaving your body like ashes of dro | |
Slow, turn the to a friendly ghost | |
But my , this ain' t no movie though | |
Caught that slipping at the mother g Muvico | |
So don' t talk t, if you ain' t ' bout it | |
Like, light yo ass up like g Chris as | |
Either you be a man, or you be a , | |
I don' t give a , just don' t talk t |
alk That t | |
Denzel Curry | |
s wanna talk that t | |
Always say you a gangsta | |
But real s know | |
These s wanna talk that t Always say you a gangsta, but real s know you a | |
Mind is took over, just like MKUltra | |
My s be repping that Bilderberg | |
Pineal gland open, the portals will show them | |
When I astral travel, we back on the curb | |
Slangin' the bird, injured s gon' learn | |
Enter cerebral, the minds of the feeble | |
Get eaten like beetles in Mummy Returns | |
Raven Miyagi be sipping that saké | |
Medusa head on me like I' m illuminati | |
I' ve just woken up in a brand new Bugatti | |
Then grabbing that shotty if s gon' test | |
Get off yo chest, talk about a like me | |
Ain' t the best, tryna make a g threat | |
Put your body on a jet, 314 mother s | |
Ya' ll s ain' t g with the set | |
Let' s go get ' em, let the Curry killa hit ' em | |
With my s, talk t? | |
Mother' s bought to drill ' em | |
Kill him, kidnap him,? kamikaze? | |
Like blade, renegade through the everglades | |
Put a body 6 feet deep | |
But a can' t swim so he gotta count sheep | |
Like 1, 2, searching for you | |
3, 4, it' s on when I kick in the door | |
Then I' m selling your ho | |
Then I' m leaving your body like ashes of dro | |
Slow, turn the to a friendly ghost | |
But my , this ain' t no movie though | |
Caught that slipping at the mother g Muvico | |
So don' t talk t, if you ain' t ' bout it | |
Like, light yo ass up like g Chris as | |
Either you be a man, or you be a , | |
I don' t give a , just don' t talk t |