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Blo - Just Talkin Lyrics

[Intro]
(Exo)
Now a lotta people, like
They think they know me, like, and they, and they really don't know me
I done came up off stolen cars, like
This how we took care of our family
I opened doors for people I'll, I'll never get credit for and I feel like
I barely talk about anything, you know, like (Deuxe made this one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Can't even do no shows, all I did was fuck hoes
But I'd lyin', I'd be lyin', I secured the load
I had a warrant, I couldn't еven fly, so we hit the road
Thеse niggas pickin' money over loyalty, these niggas breakin' the code (That shit sad)
Wish lil' buddy had died when he got shot
I just got a condo and it's up, them bullets wouldn't reach, a nigga couldn't spin my dot
The first Rollie I had really wasn't nothin', I still brag about that watch
I really thought you was the one, but you just like them, and them lil' hoes some thots
Them hoes ain't got no morals, them bitches ain't got no job
I wish EB was, like, he just would've listened to me, like I was tellin' him
We should've stayed in Cobb
And, like, TO and Joe, like
We should've stayed with Rob
My cameraman should've got way more footage, I can't even drop no fuckin' vlog
Man, like, listen, like
We should've fucked more bitches (On God, bro)
And sorry, Milan, like, for real
I ain't even take you to Disney
Somebody tell Mar, like, "Listen, Mar, we should've crunk more hemis"
Fuck that, Mar, we had every Dodge, we should've learned how to crank a Bentley
Like, I'm just sayin', the money, like, it was a rush to what I was doin', like
I fell in love, like (Hear me out)
With stealin' cars
My mama, she was workin' hard
She ain't even know what I was doin', she ain't find out 'til I caught a charge
She popped a 30, I showed her a thirty (It's a bankroll, like, for real)
It's a bankroll, this not an M-box
And my famous ho, like, like, she called me, she blowed, like, 'cause they bannin' TikTok
Feel like Future from a couple of years ago, I'm fuckin' these hoes in my flip-flops
Fuck these bitches, I just want the pape'
And my mama, she just quit her job, it don't even matter, I told her we straight
Be careful when you shoot this gun, it's a few bullets that fly out this Drac'
Think it's like three of 'em, it's binary
It feel good to, to send my folks, like, money and shit, like
Now I can send you a wire
Fuckin' this bitch knowin' that she fuck with the opps, it's like playin' with fire (Burn)
Sing this song with the choir
[Outro]
Mm, I
Went to sleep a little late last night
On my mind, on my