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Street Talk
979
Hip-Hop/Rap
Street Talk was released on February 14, 2020 by Quality Control Music (Caroline) as a part of the album 1st & 3rd
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Release DateFebruary 14, 2020
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marlo
Marlo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rudolph Johnson
Rudolph Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Twysted Genius
Twysted Genius
Producer

Lyrics

Who made this beat? (who made this beat?)
Twisted genius baby (twisted genius baby)
I'm going through somethin', this shit been having my brain blow (my brain blow)
And these **** dick ridin' on ****, I'm trying to stack these ficklest
I been hangin' with my ****, we come from glad to riches (yeah)
Fuckin' the baddest bitch, my **** put the glaze in the casket with you yeah yeah
CJ, **** you were one of the realest (realest)
And why I dropped, I tell my niece start cryin' when I heard you the victim (fuck)
And I hate the block every night, thank you shit God take me with him (take with him)
And I know my life just like a moon, this shit be a motion picture
Hold up ****
For these bricks, I get in my bag quick
All the time that we ain't had, I never had to run to the car yeah, yeah, yeah
And she gon' fuck a **** straight off the curb, bitch, it's a supercar yeah (you)
And I been in the booth straight spin bars, these hoes be stupid, boss (ah), yeah
Bitch, I'm a superstar, who knew I'd come this far (this far)
And I really come straight out of the dirt, the mud, the concrete, junk, the bricks yeah
Big dog on my side, you coppin' the rug, I serve you
Ain't playin' with my money, them killers gon' come by the bonuses
(ain't playin' **** yeah)
Papa add all to the moon (to the moon)
How the fuck they **** get rich and they won't lose (they won't lose)
Why the fuck you call that bitch, she smash the crew?
Bitch, I'm a dog on all these hoes, I smash them too
I'm goin' through some things, this shit been havin' my brain blow (my bri
And these **** dick around on ****, I'm trying to stack these figures
I've been hangin' with my ****, we come from the bad to the richest (yeah)
Fucking the baddest bitches, my **** put the glitz in the casket with you (yeah yeah)
CJ, ****, you wonderin' (wonderin')
And why I drop down 'til my knees start cryin' when I heard you the victim (fuck)
And I hit that block every night, thank you, shit, God, take me with him (take me with him)
And I know my life just like a movie, this shit be a motion picture (yeah)
Some of my partner like brother, ****, been right there with me (with me)
Havin' these shootout after shootout, popping these twin glizzies (prr)
I can't even lie, I ain't got all my feelings, I'm youn' and a bad ****
And I just get mad when I think about Dari going crazy, yeah
And long live Shady (yeah, yeah)
Rest in peace, my baby yeah, (yeah yeah)
Riri, you my baby girl (girl)
Wish a **** can't give you the world (my baby)
**** Earl of dub five and he ain't catch a murder (uh)
Flippin' these pictures in the kitchen, we hit the block and we workin'
We them **** that you ain't seen, but I know you heard about us
The only time I thought was new when he done dropped the body (awesome)
Gotta keep it cool with all my opps, these **** a foe to the cops
And I know we been purnin' that red on Steve, damn, that was his problem
I'm going through somethin', this shit been having my brain blow (my brain blow)
And these **** dick ridin' on ****, I'm trying to stack these ficklest
I been hangin' with my ****, we come from glad to riches (yeah)
Fuckin' the baddest bitch, my **** put the glaze in the casket with you (yeah yeah)
CJ, **** you were one of the realest (realest)
And why I dropped, I tell my niece start cryin' when I heard you the victim (fuck)
And I hate the block every night, thank you shit God take me with him (take with him)
And I know my life just like a moon, this shit be a motion picture
I been hangin' with my ****, we come from glad to riches
Fuckin' the baddest bitch, my **** put the glitz in the casket with you
Hangin' with my ****, we come from glad to riches
Written by: Rudolph Johnson
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