Talk My *** Lyrics by Childish Gambino
A town do it, don’t stop, you was sorta rich
You *** missed the bank by a quarter inch
I’m hopping out the coup, with my *** out
Do they have a sauna’s all I care about
I’m ‘a make a Billie like I’m Ellish
You can’t see me flying, ’cause it’s private
She ain’t never been inside a Hyatt
When we met in person you acting quiet
Love how she saying that ***, might have to marry this ***
Bought her a crazy car, lock it, it sound like this
*** is tite that I got her, I walk through the party, she all on my shoulder
I’m bucking up quick, he gotta *** she might jump on a ***
Head on a swivel it’s making him sick
I did it I did it I’m running up on ya, I’m there in a minute
I did it myself, a million bajillion I made every penny
He never got even he still just a critic, he still in his feelings
They wanted me dead they hate when I’m breathing
I want all the smoke
She said baby what’s a “yacht”? I said a kinda boat
Talking dirty, you don’t wash her mouth with olive soap
Now my hater want a job, but he ain’t make the cut
Got my shorts above my knees, I’m feeling like a ***
Got my slammys right behind me if you wanna jug
Talking *** but when I see ’em they like “Where my hug?”
I be stomping, pointing at me, she like “There my thug”
Had to hold her back, she wilding, saying
Lemme talk my ***, ooh I’m on fire
If they said we friends they a liar
When it come to tools, I’m maguver
I’m ‘a touch the roof if I’m higher
Someone said the Benz was too gaudy
So I went and got the new Pagani
I was making plans with your shawty
I’m ‘a keep my mouth in the potty
After you pop a pilly ***
I serve it to your sister, she a silly ***
Spilling champagne on a mini boat
Pimping *** out this Bentley, got like 20 hoes
I’m running this *** like a race
***, I’mma nut in your face
Most of the Internet fake
He gonna be real with that *** in his face
She still wanna ***, we done done it all day
24 karats and ain’t none of them fake
Pop ***, ***, talk ***, huh huh, hold up, right
I love all my opps
The *** done seen me whipping chicken
Almost called the cops
I feel like Gucci mane
I might just throw her out the drop
I kicked the hoochie out the hummer
Almost killed the ***. Huh huh
On 5th ave with the cannon
I got 50 baby mammas in Atlanta
All the hoes screaming this a *** anthem
Passing hoes no hands I’m cruising
Pop *** all day they snoozing
If you broke *** you got the cooties
All my friends all dead like Uzi
Two chains on me I’m different
I can *** up a check and go missing
When I walk in, I feel attention
Shitting on *** I’m leaving ’em ***
Bad hoes go loco
Body too tea, *** hot like a throat coat
I ain’t *** with nobody, this a coupe
Why would I need me a photo?
Chocolate ***, I be on toxic ***
He eat me up like coco
I’m a P ass ***, you the opposite
Keep a *** in a chokehold