Giggs - Talkin' D Hardest текст песни

If your talking the hardest
Gigs better fuck up with ya thoughts of an artist
Jheeze
Talking the market everybody wants to know where walking the park is
Walking in the party sporting armani
Half of the crouds all snorting my charley
Taughting armani up to saughtin armani
Chicks looking at me like talk to me darling
Jheeze
Hollow in that man winking smiling
They wanna attack man
I think these lighties loving my black gang
Everyone suits saying colour is badman
OOOOOOOOOOO
Living like a quarter a ting
Bout 28 with a thought of a gish
Anybody thinks they can talk to my ting
But then I cover them red like a portian of chips
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Pour me a drink
Big fur jacket that's the thoughts of a pimp
I used to be quiet and I saught anything
But I had to run right when I baught me a ting
Walk with my ting pedda dem more free
Them times then I was liking out more green
Skip couple years 07 the story
Now I'm hollow man it's some heavy dior jeans
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Bitch niggers looking for glory
Wanna be me so they can tell you a story
It will get bloody and it will get maury
Clapped in the neck like a manner in saw 3
Yeah I got my son dem pon me
So much just a rapper we or g
OOOOOOOOOOO
Bitch try nick me for a murder
But it put up in the manner that I had a weapon before me
PY green
I will be peddling all 3
Drop me a box just under 4 g
Jheeze
I told em only 10s out 2 grands
Mmmmmmmmmm
But it aint bout 4 g
Badmans on the block
Spender young gigs manchester rocks
Tv tiny carter and jim jones holding it down while they handle the lot
Niggers pussyos got my mandem on lock
Straps we handle the lot
Clatch your mandem are what
Me and you are caught but you can stand there and watch
My PYG will put their hands on your watch
Yeah
Be easy I put your mans in a box
Young like tv jj shots
I treat my lil niggers like fam not a boss
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All my mandem are hot
Yeaah
All your mandem are wash
Be couple shots and you'll run to the cops
Big 4 blud they couldnt handle the shot
I talk about the hand gun the lot
But that 1 hollow man handles the lot
Jheeze
All the black gang fam I handle the lot
Me 4's bagging up grams on the spot
Shots on my grinds kay jumped in my veihcale
All gangster nar ima slang me a rock
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Hollow man handles his job
Feds on the grime hello copters on top
Big a fool wanna dot to my cot
And big a fool wouldn't stop getting carr shitt