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Talking Shit
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Talking Shit è stato pubblicato il 23 giugno 2026 da E3 come parte dell'album Talking Shit - Single
23 giugno 2026
EtichettaE3
LinguaEnglish
BPM178
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Fuck them hoes
Michael Drake came with the wood, it like he came straight out the woods
Got your bitchy on my wood and she claimin' she from that wood
Bend her over, break her spine, you know I put dick in her back
**** claimin' he'll smack a whole time that boy rank
I can't lie, I was gon' stop this rappin' shit
But this shit foreign, sellin' tools to fuckin' hoes
Whole time I'm on the rank
When he fallin', hit the ground, take his left breath, them he be done
**** keep stealin' my lyrics, all y'all **** are all my sons
I can't pull up from the three-five, bitch, you gotta get a seven
When I bounce, I was a ten-man, bitch, you goin' straight to heaven
**** spend just like a fin, the bed of edges like a blender
That hoe, the girl from third grade, bitch, you thought I didn't remember
My little hoe, daddy wanna meet me, plus I heard he was a preacher
So I push up to the crib like, hello sir, it's nice to meet ya
Your type to shake your hand and hit your daughter, then I leave her
Catch her plays up in the whoopies, ain't no hunter, this a beamer
Let me stop talking about hoes, may I make a doubt some hoes
On the ground, this hoe a baddie and her life, this hoe got rose
**** can't control the V up on the drip, he at a pose
That affliction, all is good, but you **** ain't got a soul
I'm the type that spin all on a ****, block up on a bike
Say she don't listen to T3, I kick the office, take a hike
Bitch wants some fuckin' profit, so I told the E3st pipe
Go catch the shed straight to the face, she play her fists, I'm tryna fight
I ain't talkin', boy, to block
When I told the E3st me, she told you that she was a virgin
Get on me, this ho a freak
When I bought her fuckin' partner, he got knock right off the beat
Got the drop from my labop, thinkin' with his dick, this **** free
15 million shares, ain't no one seen it, bitch ain't at my work
Took the switch up off the block, it was too frickin', tryna twerk
She think I wanna fuck her whole time, I'm just a flirt
Got the cool, she all the queen, and all I did was bop her curtain
Let me get up on your ass, you was talkin' on the lab
Bitch, you should've never said it
Now it's up there to the sky
And you talkin' bout a party
Bullet, bro, them let you slide
If we knew you fuckin' fat
That's all my life, you would've died
And if we knew you fuckin' fat
That's all my life, you would've died, bitch
If you knew you fuckin' fat
That's all my life, you would've died
If we knew you fuckin' fat
That's all my life, you woulda died
Yeah, **** pussy asses, but **** ain't never seen no fire
Aight
Written by: E3
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