Feder feat. DaBaby, Blacc Zacc & DAYYTONA FOX -
Talk to Me (feat. DaBaby, Blacc Zacc & Dayytona Fox)
Talk to Me (feat. DaBaby, Blacc Zacc & Dayytona Fox)
All these bitches wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
Okay
I'm in UK, overseas
They drive on the right side of street
I can't find nothin' to eat (let's go)
I just did a show, met a freak
Said she wanna fuck, but I'm tired, I'm goin' to sleep
She wanna fuck, make her pay for it (ha)
Gotta have patience, bitch wait for it (wait)
I get in that pussy and kill it (mm)
I kick and I push like a skateboard (yerr)
I was just broke
Focused on stickin' my dick in your ho (yeah)
Got a taste for her (yeah, yeah)
I just had a meeting
I had to stop and roll me up some weed
I was late for it
I'm tryna do better with time (okay)
When she fuck me, she tell me it's mine (no thanks)
Girl, you gotta do better, you lyin' (bitch)
Ballin' hard overseas like LeBron
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah
Let's go
I'm in UK like a don (don)
I go to Paris
When I go shoppin', I see it, I want it, it's mine (ooh)
VVS clarity
I put some rocks on my wrist so a nigga could shine (ooh)
My lil' bitch out in London a dime (ooh)
She be fuckin' me good, I ain't lyin' (ooh)
I be killin' the back from behind (ooh, ooh)
I took a train to Brussel (Brussel)
I'm overseas, my mind in a trap
I'm tryna get Ps through customs (customs)
Put your head in my lap
Give me some brain, I got a thang for suckers (woo)
My lil' bitch out in France like no other (woo)
She got tiddies and ass like a mother (woo)
Can't lay up, gotta fly out to Russia (woo)
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah (okay)
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah
Okay
You know a nigga got a passport, bitch, I'm gone now (yerr)
I'm always on the road livin' out a suitcase, a nigga never home now
I was fucked up, tryna take a nigga off, ironic that I'm on now
And the same nigga's hatin' baby mama and they kid listen to my songs now
Talk to me
Talk to me
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah, oh-woah
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
Okay
I'm in UK, overseas
They drive on the right side of street
I can't find nothin' to eat (let's go)
I just did a show, met a freak
Said she wanna fuck, but I'm tired, I'm goin' to sleep
She wanna fuck, make her pay for it (ha)
Gotta have patience, bitch wait for it (wait)
I get in that pussy and kill it (mm)
I kick and I push like a skateboard (yerr)
I was just broke
Focused on stickin' my dick in your ho (yeah)
Got a taste for her (yeah, yeah)
I just had a meeting
I had to stop and roll me up some weed
I was late for it
I'm tryna do better with time (okay)
When she fuck me, she tell me it's mine (no thanks)
Girl, you gotta do better, you lyin' (bitch)
Ballin' hard overseas like LeBron
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah
Let's go
I'm in UK like a don (don)
I go to Paris
When I go shoppin', I see it, I want it, it's mine (ooh)
VVS clarity
I put some rocks on my wrist so a nigga could shine (ooh)
My lil' bitch out in London a dime (ooh)
She be fuckin' me good, I ain't lyin' (ooh)
I be killin' the back from behind (ooh, ooh)
I took a train to Brussel (Brussel)
I'm overseas, my mind in a trap
I'm tryna get Ps through customs (customs)
Put your head in my lap
Give me some brain, I got a thang for suckers (woo)
My lil' bitch out in France like no other (woo)
She got tiddies and ass like a mother (woo)
Can't lay up, gotta fly out to Russia (woo)
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah (okay)
All these bitches wanna talk to me
And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me
She see me at the top, oh-woah, oh-woah
We stay baggin' on your block, oh-woah, oh-woah
Okay
You know a nigga got a passport, bitch, I'm gone now (yerr)
I'm always on the road livin' out a suitcase, a nigga never home now
I was fucked up, tryna take a nigga off, ironic that I'm on now
And the same nigga's hatin' baby mama and they kid listen to my songs now
Talk to me
Talk to me
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Oh-woah, oh-woah
Credits
Writer(s): Hadrien Pierre Federiconi, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Zachary Eric Chapman, David Dawood, Timothy Johnson
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