City Boy Reeko - Talk My Shit, Pt. 1

Wake up
Get to it
Gotta get that cash
Got a money first mentality
I don't mean to brag
I can teach you how to stunt
Come attend my class
Paper coming in fast
Spend it quick it never last
Drank a whole fifth of the henny
Now I'm half dead
And ya sister hit me up
But I left the girl on read
She just wanna give me head
I hit her best friend up instead
I give that girl alotta cred
She on the tip like she lead
Met a bitch named kiki
Pussy tasting just like Fiji
Wanna fly her to wakiki
Had lil momma hella leaky
She wanna love me and squeeze me
She love to do the strip teasing
Once she naked
Make her please me
She steady calling me Ree Ree

She loving it when I'm in it
And When she get off this ride
She clean it up when we finished
Girl pass me that water bottle
My energy need replenished
And After a couple minutes
I spit it
Get Back to hittin
Imma temp tenant

That's real nigga things
Make it cream
Make it sing
Shawty is a 10
Got me feeling like dream

Put the kids in her mouth
Johnson family vacation
Gotta keep the circle tiny
Cause niggas really be hating
You heard it
It's rude boy nation
No fucks
The classification
Yo pockets need restoration
Stop worrying bout what I'm making
Don't ask what Im dranking

Imma short nigga
Wit a big tummy
Imma fly nigga
With alotta money
2 big front teeth
Like bugs bunny
This watch froze
Got my nose runny
I call shawty
Miss Cummy
She stay giving
Me gummy
Don't text back
When it say she love me

Yeah
Real real spazz shit
I ain't come over last night
So now you mad bitch
Girl get out my DM's
And just go get me a bag bitch
Yo oral game weak
And it ain't nothing Like my last bitch
That's that trash shit
Had me angry just a tad bit
Lose 1 bounce back with 2
It's simple math bitch
That's a nag bitch
I ain't even smash trick
I wish had
Cause she was mad thick
And reminded me of my last chick

Any bad bitch you want
I kicked her off my team
Sent her to be a free agent
Bro it ain't cost me a thing
My favorite sound is cha Ching
I ball
Like mr clean
Eyeball
Like what you seen
Stack up
To past Yao Ming
I Prefer
Blue over green
Talking faces
What that mean
Just in case
Word to Jaheim
RBN
Is my team
Pockets fat
They Andy Reid
In my prime
Like lebron
I'm with the heat
Got That 9 below my feet
I'm aiming it at yo teeth
Making you sweat
Just like Keith
7 days
You hella weak
You yelling
Tryna be meek
Shit rappers
I had to feast
I'm saying
Bon appeteet
My drip is more
Than a leak
TLC
And I creep
Creep down yo block
Might let off a couple shots
Don't give a fuck who get knocked
That's how rude boys fucking rock

Written by:
Khayree Collins

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