CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : SMALL TALK

I don't know you're savin' love
Oh no (Ayy), your love ain't [?] (Yeah)

Ayy, been on my d**k, hop off
Ridin' through the city with the top off
With a pretty a** b*t*h, she a gangster
She ain't tryna talk, tryna pop off
We just tryna skip through the small talk
Ayy, still tryin' to flex on my old hoes, for real, yea (For real, ayy)
got rich on my old flow, for real, yea (Yeah)
I don't like to talk too much, the f**k is they talkin' about? (Yeah)
I was too busy just runnin' them commas and runnin' their mouth (Yah)
I never, tell 'em all the lies
I never, yeah, f**k on under my eyes
They wanna talk but the past and I'm just tryna leave that sh*t beyond
Oh-oh, baby

Yeah
Got a lil' piece in the north and south
And you know I got one that's doing on the east side
I could tell when they tried to small talk me
So you know I gotta hit them with the peace sign
We ain't instinct, so I put them in the back of the streets like bye-bye-bye-bye
Ayy, count my money when I sleep, nice sh*t like buy-buy-buy-buy
I won't never f**k them all, space ship with a override
Ice in the whip, make a cold [?]
I don't f**k with 12 but I roll with 5
Take flight I be on a ride
got me feelin' high
Hop in the whip, we won't going ride
I ball like it's overtime
Ayy, been on my d**k, hop off
Ridin' through the city with the top off
With a pretty a** b*t*h, she a gangster
She ain't tryna talk, tryna pop off
We just tryna skip through the small talk
Ayy, still tryin' to flex on my old hoes, for real, yea (For real, ayy)
got rich on my old flow, for real, yea (Yeah)
I don't like to talk too much, the f**k is they talkin' about? (Yeah)
I was too busy just runnin' them commas and runnin' their mouth (Yah)
I never, tell 'em all the lies
I never, yeah, f**k on under my eyes
They wanna talk but the past and I'm just tryna leave that sh*t beyond
Oh-oh, baby

Yeah yeah mhmm, yeah yeah yeah
I don't wanna hear it this time
No, you can't small talk me 'cause I'm really tired
I've been in and out in the meantime
Can't intimidate me when I sing some, yeah
Bro, I know
I gotta get another phone, yeah
When all these b*t*hes see me, I
And I say
I'm too cold
F**k these hoes
Can't get close
So girl, leave me alone
You should go
Take your mains and get 'em home
Stupid hoe, oh
Been on my d**k, hop off
Ridin' through the city with the top off
With a pretty a** b*t*h, she a gangster
She ain't tryna talk, tryna pop off
We just tryna skip through the small talk
Ayy, still tryin' to flex on my old hoes, for real, yea (For real, ayy)
got rich on my old flow, for real, yea (Yeah)
I don't like to talk too much, the f**k is they talkin' about? (Yeah)
I was too busy just runnin' them commas and runnin' their mouth (Yah)
I never, tell 'em all the lies
I never, yeah, f**k on under my eyes
They wanna talk but the past and I'm just tryna leave that sh*t beyond
Oh-oh, baby