Cousin Stizz - Talk (feat Jefe Replay) lyrics

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Cousin Stizz - Talk (feat Jefe Replay) lyrics

[Hook x2] This for the people, follow and I'll lead you Dont let em' decieve you, these n***as is see-through They claim to be kings, but these n***as is regal And my trap is lethal, everything we do illegal [Verse 1: Cousin Stizz] Cold as an igloo, in this game ain't no re-dos' So you can't pull the wool over my eyes, like a playbook ima' read you I dont believe you, can't trust you as far as I'll heave you Yall rockin cheap suits, all of my n***as in mink suits I got me some gold teeth, now I think I need some rings too I got me a new plug, impressed by the way that them things move I need me a new drug, was smoking before it became cool But y'all be so into fads, you do what I do like my name is dad I knew it, I knew it, you n***as ga**ed That whole crew that you wit, them n***as a** You blew it, you too into chitter-chat Maneuver, maneuver, then get it back I do it so fluent when in the trap I school you cuz' you need a piggy back I still be smoking on the sticky pack I handle all problems, no tick for tacks f** is you lookin' at, put you on game then i took it back I'm on my grown man ain't no rookie raps, I drive with more bars then I hook it back We ain't have no lights in the crooked trap, I styled these rhymes while they cookin crack I didn't finesse I just took his pack, pulled out the strap he was shook with that [Hook] [Verse 2: Jefe Replay] These n***as ain't really my n***as, forget em' but never forgive em They showin a few of my symptoms, I just been fillin' perscriptions Servin' that work out the rental, slurrin' my words [?] Shoutout to the money from ya' s*ut, she just met me she gon' give it up These shawties' f**in for a mention bruh, I done rapped it then i lived it bruh Had a taste now i can't get enough, they gone talk but tell em give it up Who the f** is you kiddin bruh? Thought you was on wit a half a pack Half you wack and n***a that's a fact, me and my n***a brought rappin' back Who the f** is you rappin at, We all got shooters until the rack And they come and move you to boost they stats, dunk on ya' partner then shimmy back Translation hop out like gimme that, hangin outside of that mini van Whispers of d**h come from any man, but I still walk through my city man

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