Talkin My Language Lyrics by Headie One
Turn, turn
Ugh, mm, mm-mm
Bad bitch wanna post on the ‘Gram but the photo’s candid
King Nathan made another one
Why the mandem smokin’ static? (One)
Me and bro tryna score a hattrick (One)
With the ding dong rollin’ backward (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Lord, save me, I’m in DXB in a Rolls-Royce truck with— (Turn, turn up)
Really I like mine natural but all of their tits, they’re plastic (Turn)
I’m feeling like Marcus Rashford
I’m in Barcelona gettin’ one down but I ain’t gotta talk in Spanish (Turn, turn)
Lowë, I talk in fashion (Turn up)
Why would I talk on the net when I could go talk with hand tings? (Ugh)
Told the dargdem, “Now they’re talkin’ my language”
Now they’re talkin’ my lang’
This bad bitch wanna post on the ‘Gram but the photo’s candid
Funny how things change, it was live with the L, [?]
Eight for the hand ting and it’s two with me ’cause it’s coming with flatheads
The gang keep faith in God and mashes, broski’s tryna be live in—
French and Italiano drip, I feel like Nemanja Matić
You ain’t ever been this deep in the field and managed, call me Carrick
Cuttin’ through Chelsea in a German, I’m feelin’ like Michael Ballack
Or could be Manny, four-door truck, interior ivory like Amad
Why the mandem smokin’ static? (One)
Me and bro tryna score a hattrick (One)
With the ding dong rollin’ backward (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Lord, save me, I’m in DXB in a Rolls-Royce truck with— (Turn, turn up)
Really I like mine natural but all of their tits, they’re plastic (Turn)
I’m feeling like Marcus Rashford
I’m in Barcelona gettin’ one down but I ain’t gotta talk in Spanish (Turn, turn)
Lowë, I talk in fashion (Turn up)
Why would I talk on the net when I could go talk with hand tings? (Ugh)
Told the dargdem, “Now they’re talkin’ my language”
Now they’re talkin’ my lang’
We done filled up the air with pellets, now we go Mayfair and test this pallette
Louis Vuitton embroidered jacket, bougie bitch, she once was rashy
Yeah, my dining room got no more space on the wall, I been PlaqueBoyMax’ing
I’m eatin’ sea bass but with a sea view out in San Sebastián
See me in Ricky O but I stepped with the J Lo like Ben Affleck
Outside, two X5s in the rear, had to run with the trainer like some Asics
Sirens flashin’, [?]
Trophies in the trenches, we left the sniper off balance
Why the mandem smokin’ static? (One)
Me and bro tryna score a hattrick (One)
With the ding dong rollin’ backward (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Lord, save me, I’m in DXB in a Rolls-Royce truck with— (Turn, turn up)
Really I like mine natural but all of their tits, they’re plastic (Turn)
I’m feeling like Marcus Rashford
I’m in Barcelona gettin’ one down but I ain’t gotta talk in Spanish (Turn, turn)
Lowë, I talk in fashion (Turn up)
Why would I talk on the net when I could go talk with hand tings? (Ugh)
Told the dargdem, “Now they’re talkin’ my language”
Now they’re talkin’ my lang’
