Breeshy Talk Lyrics

I like my bitch super thick I'm talking double D's

Make that shit clap like we in war wit the Vietnamese's

I want me a ice spice bitch I'm talking pumpkin breeze

Really am that nigga I hit a bitch and I can sell her dreams

Y'all nigga can't fuck wit breeshy we can really talk about it

Neva tell me safety there's not a day I leave the house without it

In yo hoe like Jason luv damn near we can fight about it

Really about this shit don't play wit money like we can die about it

This that breesh talk they bop they head but they ain't listen tho

50 foreign hoes on my dick, man Curtis Jackson couldn't even fill the bullet holes

Walking out the booth like damn you really spitting hoes

I need to chill bro

Making Niggas feel it I can print my rap in braille bro

Eat a bitch out feeling like she touched the 3rd rail bro

I've been out here stacking cheese like swish i need a trap bro

Niggas didn't get the last bar they some rat hoes

Breeshy man for president like I'm really having motion nigga

Why every bitch that you fucked, gotta expose you nigga

Acting all fed on the phone, like do I gotta fold you nigga?

Why you asking questions like we didn't up the score on Niggas

Yeah this that breesh talk

Making all this breesh I need to invest into a new vault

Feds caught ours ass wit some pounds this some damn salt

Running up this chicken in a benz fucked up the asphalt

Yeah this that breesh talk

Making all this breesh I need to invest into a new vault

Feds caught ours ass wit some pounds this some damn salt

Running up this chicken in a benz fucked up the asphalt