I Don’t Talk Lyrics – NBA Youngboy - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒

I Don’t Talk Lyrics by NBA Youngboy is latest English song with music also given by Vadebeatz. I Don’t Talk song lyrics are written by Vadebeatz, NBA Youngboy.

SONG DETAILS:

Song Name: I Don’t Talk
Singer: NBA Youngboy
Composer: Vadebeatz
Lyrics by: Vadebeatz, NBA Youngboy
Music Label: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I Don’t Talk Lyrics – NBA Youngboy

Vade on the keys!

I ‘on’t talk to my girlfriends
And my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name
A platinum album and a nawf degree
Fu*k what happened you a woman
You don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Promote the hood I think they wanna
Hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, b!Tch
This that murder sh!T
Youngboy pull up, that’s when murder hit
Know they heard of this
Kaylyn and a birkin bag
Even though the b!Tch still do me bad
Slippin’, poppa house big
My baby mama, I was on my a$$

They talk down on my name
On my face, they brought shame
Blackballed me from up out the game, b!Tch
Strippеd me out the fame
I ain’t gеt a thing but
A laugh when I told my pain
“Oh, that’s hilarious stuff”
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 cherised us
Can’t be out here flippin’ patties
What make you think them hoes gon’ fu*k with us?
What the fu*k you think so hilarious?
Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin’ limbo with that gang fi’
Mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial
That’s fifty-five, one long ride
Tell mike caren and thank him for
That phone call, I’m on now
If that’s my girl, I ain’t fu*kin’
On her friend inside my home, uh

Tired 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
Your through ’til the end
Don’t give no fu*k if you kin
I need my phone call, go
I go to trippin’, try to slam me down
I’m with kaylyn and with herm inside the car
Them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it’s k, “Pick up the phone
Kd just got gunned down”
Buck bussin’ back
But what ’bout my lil’ brother?
Montana son was ’round
She don’t love a n!Gga
She a snake, huh? Her mama thought her that
“You free to fu*k ’round if I don’t know about it”
Who the fu*k done thought of that?

I’m a gangster, hang up on your mammy
B!Tch know I ain’t callin’ back
I’m a ranger, in the nawf, it’s danger
My fam’ ain’t stoppin’ that
Talk to my brother violent
But herm got him clapped, my captain
Ain’t takin’ care of body
She skinny a$$, the fu*k her parents fat?
She stressin’, wildin’ about her old man
He done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin’
I watched n!Ggas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her
Spit on her and made her spinal crack
He caught her talkin’ to her ex
She tried to lie, he knew it’s cap
But shawty was lovin’ bro a$$
And everybody know that that’s a fact
Later od’d from off of doja
It was as strong as nightcap

Hello?
Run that sh!T
Run that sh!T?
Run that sh!T
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hahaha, nah, just go off, just go
I told tim I ain’t fu*k them n!Ggas, I want ’em all
Been bringin’ pressure all my life
But ain’t no sense in calmin’ down
If top ain’t feelin’ your demeanour
Bet I make you move around
Big a$$ gat under my arm
The tom make your mama fall
I’m off that bottle
And I’m off that water, be exact
But I ain’t [?] store
Where they smoke moto’ and they servin’ packs
Last level, always told you
I’ma kill you if you ever rat
They blocked the entrance off
So I say, “Fu*k it,” fall in through the back
4ktrey, nobody safe, look at it, daddy’s way
When we in the city
All them n!Ggas do is hibernatin’
Talk to monique, she told me,
Fat black, hit your knees and pray
The lawyers say they want the r.I.C.O.
That’s another case

I Don’t Talk Lyrics – NBA Youngboy

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