Tink - Talkin About Lyrics
feat. Lil HerbWhere the ***** you been at?You ain’t came to the crib in a minuteSitting on the block while I’m looking at the clockYou ain’t thought about meYou done got so tied up with this street shitYou can’t even make time for a real *****The one that hold your weight when you’re working outta stateHow you gonna play me?LookAnd I ain’t even been up on the blockI’m tryna make it happen, girl, look at all my knotsAnd all the loud talking need to stopYou know you gonna be with me at the topWhen them other *****es notI gotta get this cake so I moved state to stateI ain’t called, baby, ain’t wanna rub it in your faceTell five minute background stay up in his placeJust wait till I slide, he can to my faceAin’t nobody in the backgroundWhy you gotta be so petty?Heard you *****ing on a ***** named CheleyHeard you was all in her spot, giving her what I gotMan, I don’t even think that you hear meWhen you was in the jam I was writing them lettersCouldn’t make bail, I was stackin that cheddarBut you don’t even care, all you wanna do is playAll you really care about is what the guys gonna sayWhy you gotta give ‘em something to talk about?Everybody got opinions but it don’t mean shit to meI set my own lane, can’t no nigga get to meIf I ***** myself up, it just wasn't meant to beAnd yeah, yeah, you ah hold ah nigga downBut really that’s the reason why I need you aroundWe gonna argue and fight when a nigga leave townBut every time I come home you know I’mma lay it downThis that shit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutThis that shit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutGirl, I don’t know what you talking aboutCalm down, why you talking loud?I put it all on the line when you’re not aroundAnd you complaining about hoes in another townBut you forgot all the Gucci, the Prada, Channel…Dolce and Gabbana, riding around foreign cars, BenihanasThem hoes in the street still can’t get a dollarWhat’s the problem?Man, ***** that Gucci, just look how you do meYou think that designer make up for this shit?I buy my own Prada, man, that’s not the problemThe problem is you too caught up with that *****I need you to come home and give me that DI need you to not leave the crib when I’m asleepI need you to act like a man and stay true to the planIf you ready, I’m ready, come onLook, all this yelling and saying who wrongGone keep going on and onSo turn off your phone and repeat your favorite songJust lay back and play along ‘cause I’m tired of talkingYou the only damn thing besides my money on my mind this oftenSo I’mma take my time and give you everything that I got on my mindTill my mind exhaustedBaby, when we laying down in this bedI’m sorry for the little things that I saidAnd just like that we were back where we started***** the bullshit, matter fact, disregard it‘Cause I got your mine and I swear that we fineTill I look through your phone, who this ***** on your line?This that shit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutThis that shit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking aboutShit that I be talking, talking about
