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Future - Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics



Future - Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics
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I'm lovin' it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I'ma tell you some shit, yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done f*cked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin' it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

I wrapped in Saran (I wrapped in Saran)
I f*cked it, I'm payin' (F*cked it, I'm payin')
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a four four
Strapped up, goin' loco (Cuckoo)
Makin' over the Richard Mille
Gettin' fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon' mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, no tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done f*cked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
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I'm lovin' it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I'ma tell you some shit, yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done f*cked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin' it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

I wrapped in Saran (I wrapped in Saran)
I f*cked it, I'm payin' (F*cked it, I'm payin')
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a four four
Strapped up, goin' loco (Cuckoo)
Makin' over the Richard Mille
Gettin' fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon' mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, no tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done f*cked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it's illegal (Fresh)
I'm in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap 'til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Canady
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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