Talkin' Ain't Walkin' [Explicit Album Version]
Lil Wyte
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[Chorus:] Hatas' talkin' But hatas ain't walkin' Until this fucking fight These hatas ain't walkin' Until this Bitch slap that sucka! Bitch slap that sucka! Bitch slap that sucka! Bitch slap that sucka! Hatas' talkin' But hatas ain't walkin' Until this fucking fight These hatas ain't walkin' Until this Bitch slap that sucka! Bitch slap that sucka! Bitch slap that sucka! Bitch slap that sucka! Yeah they call me Lil' Wyte I'm back out on tha grind I'm drankin' everyday I'm smokin' on some pine I gotta do it big Until the day I day You cool with me in my face But a hater in disguise (What?) You can get slapped down When I'm your town Poppin' off some rounds When I'm on that crown We usually pull up slow With lights off and guns drawn Everything bout to go You ain't no hood ? might go home Take it easy They don't want shit Except yo life They'll even take a small fry Some coke and your wife You should of thought about circumstances Repercussions and consequences But you didn't Now your swimmin' somewhere in the Mississippi [Chorus] I ain't goin' no where I been chillin' in the same cut Smokin' on the same blunt Feelin' on the same butt Still f*ck with the six Still roll wit some killas' Still hang wit a big cliche And kick it wit drug dealers So, whatcha' wanna do? I can have your whole crew Hog tied, buried alive Underneath the swimmin' pool But, no I'm not a evil dude In fact I'm pretty fuckin' humble Four hundred thousand records In the pit, ya hear my stomach bubble I'm just gettin' started pimpin' You ain't seen retarded pimpin' F*ck it, I'll be modest to me I'm the fucking hardest pimpin' I can't spit it harmless And horrific and the same time Kill ya, bring ya to life And get ya high with the same rhyme [Chorus] OK you, ask me how I do it I call it white boy magic I'm not the only one rich I just flash it with a passion Shoulda been missin' in action But now I'm back White rappers better duck and hide And for all the hatas I have arrived So guard your grill And avert your eyes Smoke on, keep cheifin' Ain't tryin' to ruin your weekend But I'll f*ck your mother though And show you the real me Then I'm theifin' I be grindin' While you whinin' I be shinin' like a diamond You thought that this dirt would still get work Even if I was a realtor buildin' dollars But, keep your head up I was not tryin' to destroy your dreams Like Katt Williams said "It's all good pimpin', you can hate on me" The more you talk The more it let me know How walkers do it faster Keep your mouth open Runnin' at all times Motha fucka [Chorus]
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Written by: JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK LANSHAW, PAUL BEAUREGARD
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