Too Much Talk Freestyle Lyrics/Paroles

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Bounce, uh... just a little freebie This ain’t even going on the tape, nigga fuck it This that overtime flow Look It won’t ever be beneficial for them to ever hate me I work immensely and dream greatly And for all my inner wisdoms I scribble daily To get this fed-free fetti May God bless it cuz my guess it ain’t shit you could tell me Let’s get it Tell these haters to catch up, hot dogging forreal Peep the way this guy rolls, flat bread on that land I’m just showing, improving, niggas told me I couldn’t Now they say I’m great all day man they just Johnathon Gruden Baby scholarship student smart when she do that part And I do fool with few these hoes but don’t do so with too much talk These bitches too much talk, these niggas too much talk Niggas be deep as fuck, it confuse that when using heart Pussy niggas try to push me to the limit Think it’s all love jones ‘till I perform as menace A man has zero if a man has limits Where I’m from, little ass pass stones like bad kidneys Get me doe, and it’s on my mind but the same time And today I wrote a great rhyme and read news of a new Columbine The world good, it’s the people crazy so we pray for Newtown And I pray for truth and I pray profusely while shaking Lucifer May God have us, in this time we ain’t all together We all pot, all day I hear you calling kettle Call waiting, call blocked, no conversation And I see nobody like a fucking coroner on vacation Shout out to my fam though And I don’t fuck with snakes but I got ladies up at FamU D.C. get me, Tallahas-see me To the wack niggas hating, have a glass of Fiji You niggas parched, don’t even start, you need Dasani Your finest women you wine and dine won’t see my lobby Whoa Kimosabe, big balling is still my hobby If a ball was one of these rhymes I’d get a scholarship with this rhyming, look The Bo Jack of profound rap, guess they not hip So they all burn from the highest man to not Buck yet ‘Cuz I’d rather Raider, try not to date her but occupate her And I floss your lady, her walls shake like a cocky neighbor Folarin in the house ma’am And after yoga get India with the Dhalsim One-fifty-one chilling on the couch bent Feeling I ain’t getting it ‘cuz I ain’t living on a mountain yet The perfect night is a quiet woman and loud spliff Sanaa Lathan like, bumping Bilau shit Serenade her with some words, spread them curves that’s my goal Since I blow and treat my horn like a trombone They may flow but they not dope, they just drive ‘cuz they not fly They may say we at a I but they not ‘Le, they just lie And a more than likely vacant, and I’m all the time booked Reflected mine via the tongue like Jordan Five, woo Like Lou Williams, I do numbers and I’m too serious In that blue Bentley, it’s true it’s rented, got a new dead man Ghost tinted like number suit, I’ma blow digits It’s no boob, for your old J’s they gon’ four-fifth ya Olympic 9’s I been in, ‘cuz all the dimes was training I’m so in love with this hip-hop but I swear it changed when I got famous Off the wall like MJ is, off the wall like I'm Vega Austin Powers with gold, often see what I’m drinking Double sleeve I’m a Anky, double cup I’m on TX On out in BX with Frenchie nigga fuck with me where I be at Nigga know I leave how I entered And you leave without respect then you may leave out dismembered And I see you Laurinaitis but my legion is different You Dodge Ram and I’m large Benz MMG nigga, get me... Doe And I hear the talking but these niggas is talking Folarin December 24th, Folarin