Listen to Talk of the Town (feat. Hadii Bandzz) by Mene Gene

Talk of the Town (feat. Hadii Bandzz)

Mene Gene

Hip-Hop/Rap

23 Shazams

Lyrics

We was flipping a dime to an ounce Now we get guap we get larger amounts Money counter won't fuck up my count Said i'm up next I'm the talk of the town I got some dogs that still locked in the pound I put red on his nose he a clown Glock with suppressor it don't make a sound My niggas sending no shots to the ground Hellcat she throw the top in the coupe Suck me up while I pour me a deuce He talking hot then we popping him too Disrespectful you talking to who? Bitch I be counting up bread yeah Pockets cemetery filled with deads yeah Comma comma counting checks yeah Slumber Not don't get no rest no Gang gonna ride til the tank on e Ride around inna tank four deep Riding all night switching lanes OD Know I got the pints got the drank on me Want my heart but she can't have it nah Not with all the attachments nah Shopping got expensive habits now But I keep my focus like Adderall We was flipping a dime to an ounce Now we get guap we get larger amounts Money counter won't fuck up my count Said i'm up next I'm the talk of the town I got some dogs that still locked in the pound I put red on his nose he a clown Glock with suppressor it don't make a sound My niggas sending no shots to the ground Hadii the talk of the town That nigga want smoke bro hawking him down Yeah i can sing I be switching it up Roll up a wood pour a deuce in my cup Lil bitch know wassup aye She blow dick like she playin the flute D2R I don't need no recruits My lil bro might shoot out the coupe Aye trap I flipped a gram to an ounce Lil boy you a mouse inna house I'm not dumb if I know how to count Aye dope boys ZB sold more than the coke boys Driving down the road in fast toys From the trenches got me p-noid We was flipping a dime to an ounce Now we get guap we get larger amounts Money counter won't fuck up my count Said i'm up next I'm the talk of the town I got some dogs that still locked in the pound I put red on his nose he a clown Glock with suppressor it don't make a sound My niggas sending no shots to the ground
Writer(s): Jihad Halley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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