Timbaland & Magoo - Talkin' Trash Lyrics
[timbaland]Do you like it? uh, uh, uh, whatDo you want it? uh, uh, uh, whatDo you like it? uh, uh, uh, whatDo you want it? uh, uh, uh, say what, here we goDo you like it? uh, uh, uh, what, here we goDo you want it? uh, uh, uh, what, here we goDo you like it? uh, uh, uh, what, here we goDo you want it? part two, part two[bassey]Why you always askin' me why i talk like that?What, you think you betta, nigga, cuz your pockets are fat?Excuse me? but wasn't i the one that you meant?You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they whipYou know me and i don't think i have to explainYou that same crotty nigga that *****ed that ***** in my rangeIt was the same, life, it was talked up a good gameBetween that money and that ***** that she claim to fame[timbaland]Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap liesIt was you who made me put my hands on your thighsNever ever was the one that humped that girl on your roverYou forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on your roverIt's timbaland, baby, i don't get down like thatDon't try to explain, get yo ass to the backNever ever disrepsect the man that put you on his teamNow baby dove, get the keys to your beem'1 [timbaland]Why you talkin' big trash to me?[bassy]Cuz you always playin' games, timothy[timbaland]Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be[bassy]Cuz you always playin' games, timothy[timbaland]Why you talkin' big trash to me?[bassey]Cuz you always playin' games, timothy[timbaland]Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be[bassey]Because you always playin' games with bassy[bassey]I done met many players that act like youThink because they spend some money that i'm ready to screwInstead of talkin' 'hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'Cuz you rot in a crumbed out six, you think i'm whippedGot numerous niggas that be rottin' my shitAnd the last thing i need is a nigga for kicksI stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on gucci***** the money and diamonds cuz nigga, i'm still shinin'[timbaland]Look at you, girl, talkin' trashTalkin' trash, actin' grown, show your assDon't try to get on my track and clownYou my queen, my mistress, my jackie brownWhy you tryin' to start trouble in my can?Now hot and angry and i'm getting ampedKeep on givin' me the cold shoulderNow i got to get the keys to the rollerYou goneRepeat 1[bassey]It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the loveOnly wanted most what ghetto girls dream ofI need the hummers and the yachts, don p on the rocksCardierre wrist wear with the shivel on topThen you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace meHad a woman when you dated me, i guess i was crazy (know you was crazy)Tried to play me but your game's a little lazyCuz i hooked up and got with your man, nigga scrammed[timbaland]Girl, what you know about cardi and wrist wear?When you don't even wear vic's underwearThink before you start talkin' shitRemember, i'm the man with the diamonds and whipsI ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those speedosI ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my peopleI keep tellin' you this is me you talkin' toTalkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby booRepeat 1Repeat 1
