I Don’t Talk Lyrics – NBA Youngboy

I Don’t Talk Lyrics by NBA Youngboy is the latest English song. I Don’t Talk song lyrics are written by Vadebeatz, NBA Youngboy while the song is produced by Vadebeatz.

I Don’t Talk Song Details:

I Don’t Talk Lyrics

I ‘don’t talk to my girlfriends
And my girlfriends don’t talk to mee,,
Rap game with a bad name
A platinum album and a nawff degree
Fu*k what happened you a woman,
You don’t speak, oh, nahh, nahh
Promote the hood I think they wanna
Hear from me, oh, nahh, nahh,,
Get too close, get smoked like purple, b!Tch
This that murder shiiT
Youngboy pull up, that’s when murder hitt
Know they heard of thiss,
Kaylyn and a birking bag..
Even though the biiTch still do me bad
Slipping, poppa house big
My baby mama, I was on my ass..

They talk down on my name
On my face, they brought shame
Blackballed me from up out the game, bittch
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 fit
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*king..
On her friend inside my home, uhh..

I ‘on’t talk to my girlfriends
And my girlfriends don’t talk to mee,
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, nahh, nahh..
Promote the hood I think they wanna
Hear from me, oh, nahh, nahh.
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bittch
This that murder shiiT
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 ass,,

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 kinee
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 niiGga
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 captainn
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 ass
And everybody know that that’s a fact
Later od’d from off of doja,
It was as strong as nightcap

Hello?
Run that shiiT
Run that shiiT?
Run that shiiT
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,,..

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