Talent Lyrics

The way I'm rapping on this beat

It feel asthmatic

Shorty asked me what the play is

I said ask madden

Tryna cheat a quarter yay

That's a mad talent

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That's a mad talent

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The way I'm rapping on this beat

It feel like asthmatic

Shorty asked me what the play is

I said ask madden

Tryna cheat a quarter yay

That's a mad talent

Try to rob me for the bird

You'll get a mad Talon

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I'm tossing all her salad

(Salad,salad,salad,salad,salad)

Yeah that bih a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch)

I eat her rice and cabbage

(Cabbage, cabbage, bad bih)

That bitch gonna give me head no Jimmy Neutron

I don't give a fuck bitch you's a peon

I don't care about what these niggas be on

All these niggas is talking about that shit I be on in my past life

In my new life all I do is pop the knife

I don't even pop tags no more

Pop no hoes

Pop that bitch

Pop me a Rolls

Pop me that Louie

Pop me a seal

Pop me a fill

Grab yo bitch cop a feel

Don't give a fuck what you niggas talking bout I'm a movie star

Like David Copperfield

Baby pop a pill

You got a mad talent

Baby throw that ass like she got a mad talent

Baby do it now

Baby ion crash

Just throw that ass

Just throw that ass

I'm running out of breath

Got asthma

Got yo bitch on me and she drinked up

Yeah she geeked up

Yeah she off the syrup

Yeah she off a pill

Yeah she off that real deal Holyfield biting at ya ear

All these niggas talking bout some shit ion wanna hear

All that shit they talking bout

Some money

Nigga where?

I don't give a fuck my nigga talking bout that clear

Niggas see through

Nigga I see you

Nigga I see two

Double up my cup

Need to get fucked up

Need more syrup

Need more syrup

Need more syrup

The way I'm rapping on this beat

It feel like it's asthmatic

Shorty asked me what the play is

I said ask madden

Tryna cheat a quarter yay

That's a fucking mad talent

Try to rob me for the bird

You'll get a mad Talon

I'm flipping all these birds I call that shit a mad talent

Don't give a fuck you niggas stay on fucking silent

I got yo bitch on my dick and she is on assignment

And she gonna cop the birds and then she gonna assign them

I'm in my mode

I'm on go mode

I'm on promo

I'm on hall of fame

You on all pro

You a lil boy

You my lil bro