King Lil G - Talk About Me lyrics

[Verse 1:] My Enemies Panic Once They See That I'm Back They Hate The Way That b**hes Love Me But They Love How I rap I'm Trying To Tell Them Boys Homie There's No Reason For That Your Girlfriend Tried To Kiss Me But I'm Pushing Her Back She Couldn't Get No Love From Me That's Why She Kicks It With Fatz I Guess It Is My Fault That She Got Tramp Stamped Lil G The Royal King Of That Gangsta sh** My Girlfriend Looks Better Than Famous Chicks You Get Love From Your City I'm Getting Love From The Coast I'm Getting Love From The Drug Dealers That Selling The Most Went From Selling An Ounce To Getting Pounds From The Boat Now He's Bumping My Songs In Cars With Suicide Doors He Relates To What I Say About Money & Hoes I'm Rapping bout My Life Homie Tell Me What's Yours? Rappers Try To Diss And I Don't Diss Them Back I Tell 'Em Simple & Plain Homie You Are No Match [Chorus:] I'm A Tell 'em Why They Could Talk About Me Jealousy They Feel Cause I'm Getting This Cream I Stay Countin' Money With My Homeboy "D" Homie We The Ones That They Talk About In Your City - In Your Hood It's What They Talk About Your Hoes & Your b**hes Always Talk About The "S" Boy Clicks Is What They Talk About Popping Bottles In The Clubs Is What They Talk About [Verse 2:] Phone f**ing For Hours With This Girl That I Met She Says She's Feeling The Tattoos I Got On My Neck Got Her Falling In Love She's Even Breaking Some Bread Got Her Doing Whatever She's Even Bringing Her Friend 2 O'clock In The Morning Got 'em Rolling On X One Thing To The Next Got 'em Naked In Bed Tongue Kissing With One Of 'em While I'm Gettin Some Head Gettin, Gettin Some Head Gettin, Gettin Some Head Took 'em Out To My Next Show I Got Me Some Fresh Clothes That's When I Seen Kat, Beto, Big Downer & Negro They Giving Me Props Cause That's The Enemies Ex-Girl And I Don't Say Nothing She Does Say I'm The Best Though Talking In Spanish Telling Me, "Daddy Te Quiero" f** A b**h Right She'll Do Whatever You Say So Buying My Nike's Buying My White Tees Sprung Like A Muthaf**er Damn You Was Right, "D" [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm Like A Star Homie I Handle Broads Homie They Come To See Me & Uhh They Do It All For Me Doing Some Freak sh** She Goes All Out Kissing My Stomach Then She Was s**ing My Soul Out This Rap sh** Is Way Too Easy Give Me A Thousand And You Could Call If You Need Me Remember Me & Go Get My Album So I Could Show You Where These Boys Get They Styles From They Wanna Be, They Try To Be But Never Will Your Music Is Okay I Got Better Sk**s I Got Bigger Wheels I Get Better Deals I'm f**ing b**hes That Never Take Off They High Heels I Make 'em Bounce Like A Lowrider The Way A Maniaco Should With Lowiders They Probably Right When They Run They Mouth Another Song - Another Hit At The Hennessy Lounge [Chorus]