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Yung Ant - Talk Yo Shit Y.A Lyrics



Yung Ant - Talk Yo Shit Y.A Lyrics




I been grindin since i was like 6
I always kept bout 6
Like lebron wit miami
My n***as Yea i got bout 6
Jordans on my feet 2x3 yea thats bout 6
Double that , what you say bout that
12 on bullshit
From chicago naw
Cleveland yea they really wit that shit
Toke off on they ass
I really feel like cory runnin shit
Yo girl call my phone
She say im adoable and shit
Now you got to find her
Dora need map cause im the shit
Yea im gonna swipe her
And flip her ass like a scam and shit
They say Y.A lil n***a keep talkin yo shit
Where i wanna go across the globe
Where them foriegns at
I aint talkin bout no damn hoes
Where them cars at
Lambo or rarri go real fast
Yea i want that sack
Keep me on track
Cause im really racin to them racks
Got my first whip for the low
Yea thats a fact
How i hit that hoe from the back
She had a heart attack
Dont diss me lil n***a
I'll show you sweet
Trick or treat
Rice crispy treat you so sweet to me
Hit you hard
But i sting yo ass like a bumble bee
Muhammad ali or mayfeather now you cant see
She so sick of me
Got into me
Cant shown no sympathy
Cause if i do
She think im her boo
And that aint cool
I bought here fur
But thats all
And i showed her how to ball
Now she call
She say she need bark
But its after dark
Send them larks
And this car is really push to f*cking start
Push to s boy not pusha t
It aint hard to see
Oh you got hope
I see popo
Right at the store
Boy dont go
This a crazy game
Lil n***a got that flame
But dont blame the game
That you came
You got caught by pork
Where yo fork
12 is the pork
And yo car not sport
Couldnt see
Now you see them bars
And see them cells
Lunch time ring them bells
Raising all that hell
Cant you tell
Boy you wasnt down
You f*cking clown
I bet you fall right down
Didnt make a sound
Now where yo rounds
Bet that make you frown
But dont admit that
We right back
Now let me show you that
Dont worry bout that
If yo niggas solid
They will bang
You just sang
You up next
I cant get no f*cking text
Cause my ex
But that f*cking sex
Yea it was the best
She lil hood
But she smart
And thats really understood
I put her through a lot
She on my side just like my glock
Dont get shot
Im a legal killer
Ccw through the block
Never pushed a block
Respect my shots
I shot my glock
Almost got pop
But I didnt drop
I been through a lot
This is my shot
Yea yea yea yea this my shot
Yea yea yea yea this my shot
Yea yea yea yea this my shot
This my shot this my shot this my shot
This my shot this my shot this my shot
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I been grindin since i was like 6
I always kept bout 6
Like lebron wit miami
My n***as Yea i got bout 6
Jordans on my feet 2x3 yea thats bout 6
Double that , what you say bout that
12 on bullshit
From chicago naw
Cleveland yea they really wit that shit
Toke off on they ass
I really feel like cory runnin shit
Yo girl call my phone
She say im adoable and shit
Now you got to find her
Dora need map cause im the shit
Yea im gonna swipe her
And flip her ass like a scam and shit
They say Y.A lil n***a keep talkin yo shit
Where i wanna go across the globe
Where them foriegns at
I aint talkin bout no damn hoes
Where them cars at
Lambo or rarri go real fast
Yea i want that sack
Keep me on track
Cause im really racin to them racks
Got my first whip for the low
Yea thats a fact
How i hit that hoe from the back
She had a heart attack
Dont diss me lil n***a
I'll show you sweet
Trick or treat
Rice crispy treat you so sweet to me
Hit you hard
But i sting yo ass like a bumble bee
Muhammad ali or mayfeather now you cant see
She so sick of me
Got into me
Cant shown no sympathy
Cause if i do
She think im her boo
And that aint cool
I bought here fur
But thats all
And i showed her how to ball
Now she call
She say she need bark
But its after dark
Send them larks
And this car is really push to f*cking start
Push to s boy not pusha t
It aint hard to see
Oh you got hope
I see popo
Right at the store
Boy dont go
This a crazy game
Lil n***a got that flame
But dont blame the game
That you came
You got caught by pork
Where yo fork
12 is the pork
And yo car not sport
Couldnt see
Now you see them bars
And see them cells
Lunch time ring them bells
Raising all that hell
Cant you tell
Boy you wasnt down
You f*cking clown
I bet you fall right down
Didnt make a sound
Now where yo rounds
Bet that make you frown
But dont admit that
We right back
Now let me show you that
Dont worry bout that
If yo niggas solid
They will bang
You just sang
You up next
I cant get no f*cking text
Cause my ex
But that f*cking sex
Yea it was the best
She lil hood
But she smart
And thats really understood
I put her through a lot
She on my side just like my glock
Dont get shot
Im a legal killer
Ccw through the block
Never pushed a block
Respect my shots
I shot my glock
Almost got pop
But I didnt drop
I been through a lot
This is my shot
Yea yea yea yea this my shot
Yea yea yea yea this my shot
Yea yea yea yea this my shot
This my shot this my shot this my shot
This my shot this my shot this my shot
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Writer: Anthony Donerson
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