Correction Lyrics Pillow Talkin by Joey Fatts

Featuring(s) : Krondon

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[Joey Fatts]
Met this little bitch last week
She told me 'bout a nigga that she knew
Ended up being the same nigga last month
Acting tough in the middle of some shit we got into, it's time to move
Whenever it's tour time, I'm 'bout my business
Had me peeking over your fence like Mr. Wilson
Shorty said I turn her on like Keri Hilson
Said she down to set him up so guarantee he 'bout to get it
Many blocks with extensions, if he try get extended
Hit him then hit the witness, we ain't tryin' to hit the prison
That's a cold case, in the car, watch the Wrath
Foreigns for his weight, boy
That K turn a tough nigga Murda Ma$e, while he preachin'
I'm lemon squeezin', say he 'bout that beefin' but he vegan
Choppers chippin', I'm Chipper Jones when it's chippin' season
Run up on him while he eatin', give me a reason

[Joey Fatts]
Masked up, my strong arm steady
There's bitch niggas hiding, give a f*ck if he ready
Have him [?] the mac and tell me, and run in with the shit
That's how a nigga get hit, pillow talking to a bitch
Masked up, my strong arm steady
There's bitch niggas hiding, give a f*ck if he ready
Have him [?] the mac and tell me, and run in with the shit
That's how a nigga get hit, pillow talking to a bitch

[Joey Fatts]
Pillow talking could get you killed, nigga
Guns loaded, masked up in your tilt, nigga
I ain't playing, this shit for real, nigga
I should've known you ain't no real nigga
I'm built for this shit, these automatics spit then we dip
Blake Griffin, two nines, 32 with these clips
This nigga lips running loose to a bitch, that's where he lose
Telling her all his moves, creep up on him while he snooze
We make the news, dump the hammer and now a nigga on
Back to the block where we flip it by the zone
Chasing dough with that purple in my Styrofoam
Screaming, "Rest in peace to the pimp," with a pocket full of stones
And it's f*ck what you talking 'bout
Had these cannons talk it out inside your momma house
Watch your mouth and stop yapping to these hoes, nigga
‘Cause that same ho is telling me to come and get ya

[Krondon]
Hydro, eyes low, I know the Bible
So survival a second nature, nigga, know it's vital
Rusty rifle, rush to fight you, fill a vacant title
Got her sniffing white, chase it with [?]
Screaming on her like a mass choir, shit
Police rush, a nigga had priors, she's wired
Admire my South Central satire
Steady gang, it's no thing to flatten tires

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