(Hook)
Stop talkin, niggas talking too much
She ain't shit, stop wifin' these sluts
Remember running through nights of that dust
I must've spent like two nights in her guts
It's too much money out here to be on hoe shit
She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick
Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip
(Verse)
Do my dirt alone it's proven niggas gon snitch
It's hell obvious AINT no honor in this shit no more
Her pussy fire but I can't f*ck with that little bitch no more
The streets on fire police Justin through them kitchen doors
Bruh I gotta touch a billie for I hit the lord
Throw a rack for every patna doing state time
Check a check for every partna in the ground
Who watching over me to make sure I'm safe and sound
I don't see too many real ones when I look around
But I keep my head up
Never looking down
Took my L's on the chin, never took me down
You ain't got a loyal squad, better get you one
You know you on when your opp's bitch try to give you some
Uhh
You begin for a pass we ain't giving none
Uhhh
Baby poppin ass hope I give her some
No
That ain't how it go
But you can keep drop drop drop drop droppin to the floor
Pop it let it go
Baby brought her Homegirl got it poppin at the yo
Remember having 4somes is COMPTON on the floor of a molly on my aunties living room floor
All facts no cap
Ohh ohh
Bently truck color suwooop
Flip styles
Done doing that let's do this now
Kush loud Cristal
Pop of the top
Baby FaceTimed me then she popped off her top like ohh girl why you got them titties out
Needed a rush so she went a pulled some Iggy out
Straight dopehead shit went line after line
If I told you her name you'd swear i was lying on God
Yeah
Yeah
Ye ye ye yeah
(Hook)
Stop talkin, niggas talking too much
She ain't shit, stop wifin' these sluts
Remember running through nights of that dust
I must've spent like two nights in her guts
It's too much money out here to be on hoe shit
She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick
Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip
Do my dirt alone it's proven niggas gon snitch
What
What
What what what what
Whaaaaaaat
Problem - Stop Talkin Lyrics
Problem - Stop Talkin Lyrics
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(Hook)
Stop talkin, niggas talking too much
She ain't shit, stop wifin' these sluts
Remember running through nights of that dust
I must've spent like two nights in her guts
It's too much money out here to be on hoe shit
She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick
Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip
(Verse)
Do my dirt alone it's proven niggas gon snitch
It's hell obvious AINT no honor in this shit no more
Her pussy fire but I can't f*ck with that little bitch no more
The streets on fire police Justin through them kitchen doors
Bruh I gotta touch a billie for I hit the lord
Throw a rack for every patna doing state time
Check a check for every partna in the ground
Who watching over me to make sure I'm safe and sound
I don't see too many real ones when I look around
But I keep my head up
Never looking down
Took my L's on the chin, never took me down
You ain't got a loyal squad, better get you one
You know you on when your opp's bitch try to give you some
Uhh
You begin for a pass we ain't giving none
Uhhh
Baby poppin ass hope I give her some
No
That ain't how it go
But you can keep drop drop drop drop droppin to the floor
Pop it let it go
Baby brought her Homegirl got it poppin at the yo
Remember having 4somes is COMPTON on the floor of a molly on my aunties living room floor
All facts no cap
Ohh ohh
Bently truck color suwooop
Flip styles
Done doing that let's do this now
Kush loud Cristal
Pop of the top
Baby FaceTimed me then she popped off her top like ohh girl why you got them titties out
Needed a rush so she went a pulled some Iggy out
Straight dopehead shit went line after line
If I told you her name you'd swear i was lying on God
Yeah
Yeah
Ye ye ye yeah
(Hook)
Stop talkin, niggas talking too much
She ain't shit, stop wifin' these sluts
Remember running through nights of that dust
I must've spent like two nights in her guts
It's too much money out here to be on hoe shit
She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick
Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip
Do my dirt alone it's proven niggas gon snitch
What
What
What what what what
Whaaaaaaat
Stop talkin, niggas talking too much
She ain't shit, stop wifin' these sluts
Remember running through nights of that dust
I must've spent like two nights in her guts
It's too much money out here to be on hoe shit
She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick
Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip
(Verse)
Do my dirt alone it's proven niggas gon snitch
It's hell obvious AINT no honor in this shit no more
Her pussy fire but I can't f*ck with that little bitch no more
The streets on fire police Justin through them kitchen doors
Bruh I gotta touch a billie for I hit the lord
Throw a rack for every patna doing state time
Check a check for every partna in the ground
Who watching over me to make sure I'm safe and sound
I don't see too many real ones when I look around
But I keep my head up
Never looking down
Took my L's on the chin, never took me down
You ain't got a loyal squad, better get you one
You know you on when your opp's bitch try to give you some
Uhh
You begin for a pass we ain't giving none
Uhhh
Baby poppin ass hope I give her some
No
That ain't how it go
But you can keep drop drop drop drop droppin to the floor
Pop it let it go
Baby brought her Homegirl got it poppin at the yo
Remember having 4somes is COMPTON on the floor of a molly on my aunties living room floor
All facts no cap
Ohh ohh
Bently truck color suwooop
Flip styles
Done doing that let's do this now
Kush loud Cristal
Pop of the top
Baby FaceTimed me then she popped off her top like ohh girl why you got them titties out
Needed a rush so she went a pulled some Iggy out
Straight dopehead shit went line after line
If I told you her name you'd swear i was lying on God
Yeah
Yeah
Ye ye ye yeah
(Hook)
Stop talkin, niggas talking too much
She ain't shit, stop wifin' these sluts
Remember running through nights of that dust
I must've spent like two nights in her guts
It's too much money out here to be on hoe shit
She see me shining so she tryna ride the glow stick
Re-invest all the profits make the dough flip
Do my dirt alone it's proven niggas gon snitch
What
What
What what what what
Whaaaaaaat
Writer: JAMES HAMILTON LEITHAUSER, MATTHEW FREDERICK BARRICK, PAUL C MAROON, PETER M BAUER, WALTER R MARTIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Performed By: Problem
Length: 2:42
Written by: JAMES HAMILTON LEITHAUSER, MATTHEW FREDERICK BARRICK, PAUL C MAROON, PETER M BAUER, WALTER R MARTIN