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TALK ABOUT IT
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Hip-Hop/Rap
TALK ABOUT IT was released on January 17, 2025 by 10K Projects as a part of the album 007
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Album007
Release DateJanuary 17, 2025
Label10K Projects
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
dexelz
dexelz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hezekiel Buckhalter
Hezekiel Buckhalter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dexelz
dexelz
Engineer
brando
brando
Co-Producer
luc1us
luc1us
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Too much fuckin' smoke
I got cancer in my lung
Choppa bullets blow
It get nasty with dis drum
Im up in her throat
She get nasty with dat tongue
We at magic city
She keep dancin' on my pole
I put fashion on my bro
I got passion for that role
Too much money in my pocket all dis green it got me throwed
All these fiends that done been sold
But on my feet is Comme Garcon
Real deal green dis not no loan
I went 4 seasons just like Lone
You commit treason you get hoe'd
Dats just how it go
No we can't talk about it
Twinem tryna split yo skull (mmm)
We just walk about it
**** I don't shoot at homes (uhh)
We get you chalked about it
No we can't talk about it
Black truck
Trackhawk fuckin' slide (slide)
Bitch Mac tucked huh
Back up we hit yo mind (slide)
Bitch stats up
Gats up im shootin 9s (slide)
Fuckin' up da city all my **** commit crimes (slide)
Poppin' out her tiddy, She get freaky and she fine (yuh)
Fuck about dat **** I got switchy so im fine (fine)
Fuckin' on my trigger, make it come and break ya spine (spine)
Wocky in my liver but my doctor pour my line (my line)
I got gold switches, shit gon leave ya soul different
Black and white diamonds like my neck be code switchin'
(bitch)
Shit get got quick like a fuckin' cold kitchen
And we get ya knocked quick so just stop with all dat bitchin' yuh
Too much fuckin' smoke
I got cancer in my lung
Choppa bullets blow
It get nasty with dis drum
Im up in her throat
She get nasty with dat tongue
We at magic city
She keep dancin' on my pole
I put fashion on my bro
I got passion for that role
Too much money in my pocket all dis green it got me throwed
All these fiends that done been sold
But on my feet is Comme Garcon
Real deal green dis not no loan
I went 4 seasons just like Lone
You commit treason you get hoe'd
Dats just how it go
No we can't talk about it
Twinem tryna split yo skull (mmm)
We just walk about it
**** I don't shoot at homes (uhh)
We get you chalked about it
No we can't talk about it
(Slide)
(Fuckin' slide)
(Fuckin' Slide)
(Slide)
Written by: Hezekiel Buckhalter
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