Wyshmaster - Pillow Talkin lyrics

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Wyshmaster - Pillow Talkin lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] If you see thunder from a gun this is Somethin' that'll get the heat on ya When she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep number Don't no wake an yappin' when she's in a deep slumber If we share secret And the scare, was equal to one of us Gettin' the chair do you swear to keep it (Yes) Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it So when your woman's in your presence don't you dare speak it Pillow talkin' get you caught up an brought up on charges Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin' short of retarded Cause when you say stuff and then you an your woman break up You funkin' because your mouth wouldn't stay shut How could you spread that? Can't believe you said that Puttin' my life in jeopardy definitely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap What you tell your lady can make you take a dead nap Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back [Hook] (You) Be pillow talkin' (You) Don't be pillow talkin' (Don't say nothin') (You) Be pillow talkin' (You) Don't be pillow talkin' [Verse 2: Scarface] My advice for n***as is this - you can never trust no chick It don't matter how silky the ho can stroke your dick It don't matter how slimy the p**y hole gone get If a n***a talks to these b**hes these hoes gone snitch (Shiit) I used to f** this b**h Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny Climbin' the bed post, feedin' her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me Tells me she's leavin', I know the reason She know where the guns at, the lock box keys an The floor safe combo but this here one ho Was this dudes bad news knock on the front door A man in a police suit, a girl with a black tooth Get to the money she saw him countin' in the back room But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop suit Shoots at the b**h once, pops an drops dude [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I can tell you what the problem is - people try to be monogamous Tell his woman a lot of sh**, and he thinkin' he got a bottom b**h Stop with the sentimental talks at night If you're pillow talkin' then you ought to quit When the heat comes with the quickness Lookin' for the witness man your broad is it Why you wanna spit it? I don't really get it Givin' your woman the power to speak in a minute Speakin' about a brother wanna cover your mud up With the Nina but you the only one know I really did it When it come back then you feel low Because everyone know you ain't real though Cause them beans you spillin' You known for squealin' an all you needed was a pillow I should have did the dirt, all by my lonely like Trech say But the company that you keep end up bein' phony, so the Tech spray Never let no chick I hit get with that homie Cause the next day, she seein' right through me Got them lenses on me, like an X-Ray An I'm fed up with these rappers Who be yappin' to these groupies They flash them a little coochie Then you blab an try to reduce me And it always come back to me So when I come through strapped with an Uzi It ain't like "Damn why'd he shoot me?" Usin' the nueve name too loosely [Hook]

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