Letra de I Don’t Talk - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Vade on the keys

I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me

Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree

Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah

Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah

Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit

YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this

Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad

Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame

Blackballed me from up out the game, bitch, stripped me out the fame

I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain

"Oh, that's hilarious, to her?"

Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for

Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us

Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they carriaged us

Can't be out here flippin' patties, what make you think them hoes gon' fuck with us?

What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up

Playin' limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child

Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride

Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now

If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh

I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me

Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree

Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah

Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah

Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit

YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this

Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad

Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see

Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests

Got your back and with you, thug 'til the end

Don't give no fuck if you kin

I need my phone call, guard go to trippin', tryna slam me down

I'm with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down

Phone ring, it's K, pick up my phone, "KD just got gunned down"

Bub bussin' back, but what 'bout my lil' brother?

Montana son was 'round

She don't love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that

You free to fuck 'round if I don't know about it

Who the fuck done thought of that?

I'm a gangster, I hang up on your mammy, bitch, no, I ain't callin' back

I'm a ranger, in that Nawf, it's danger, my family stoppin' that

Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that

Ain't takin' care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat

She stressin', wildin' about her old man, he done took her income tax

Know how she feel, I threw her somethin', I watched niggas do my mama that

He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack

He caught her talkin' to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it's cap

But shawty was lovin' brodie ass and everybody know that that's a fact

Later OD'd from off a doja, it was as strong as nightcap

Say Phat Baby

Hello?

Run that shit

Run that shit?

Run that shit

Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see

Hahaha, don't you do all- just go

I told Ten, man, fuck them niggas

I want 'em all, been bringin' pressure all my life, it ain't no sense in calmin' down

If Top ain't feelin' your demeanor, bet I make you move around

Big ass gat under my arm, bitch, I'll make your mama frown

I'm out that bottom, and I'm out that wall to be exact

Behind that feining store, where they smoke mojo and they servin' packs

Last level always told me, "I'ma kill you if you ever rat"

They blocked the entrance off, so I say, "Fuck it," fall in through the back

4KTrey, nobody safe, and I gotta die this way

When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernatin'

Talk to Monique, she told me, "PhatBlack, hit your knees and pray"

The lawyers say, "They want the R.I.C.O.," that's another case

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