Letra Talk Big Shit de Mac Dre original
(feat. Sleep Dank) Mac Dre> Is it Sleep Dank? Cutthoat Committee Real shitty, nothing pretty Is it Sleep Dank? Verse 1: Mac Dre> I'm in a tight seven tre Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet Got four fifteen, Lanzars Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms Got a fat backwood, car tacked out Fat four four that'll blow a niggas back out Squatted real low, dank wood killing me AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing M-A-C, Dre bitch Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch Verse 2: Dubee> I bring fire, retire (?) wannabe killas Can't fuck with, now who you be, I be that nigga Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit We be flawless, putting paper over all this But yall just, niggas up in the way up on some garbage That jargon, that make a nigga empty every cartridge Walking target, make you park it where you start it I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue Chorus> TALK BIG SHIT Big shit talking niggas is off in the building TALK BIG SHIT Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living TALK BIG SHIT All on a hoe, yall ought to know TALK BIG SHIT At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe Verse 3: PSD> See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model No helmet on riding one time Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning Two hundred dollars worth of smell (?) they slipping him Quarters zippers on my (?) if its twelve I'm hitting him Long or (?) green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch Suck a dick if you cant fuck hoe, swallow the kids Verse 4: Sleep Dank> Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats Turned up with no blood lets make it official These squares play the front, We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi Plenty fuck trophies