STILL TALK’N THAT SHIT

Lyrics

[Intro: Key Glock] All the player haters who been talkin' that shit (South Memphis' finest) All the, all the player haters who been talkin' that shit Glizock [Verse 1: Key Glock] Niggas cappin' rappin', all that broke ass shit (Yeah) I never beefed about a ho 'cause that's some ho-ass shit (Yeah) I'm never lackin', never catch me with a broke-ass bitch (Never) They call me, "Glock" and I keep one, you should know that shit (Let's go) I got this other nigga bitch tryna throat my dick I took a look in the mirror and said, "Stay on your shit" I took a look in the mirror and said, "Stay on your grind" Yeah, I be ballin' on these fuck niggas all the time Can't chase a bitch 'cause I'm chasin' dollar signs (Dollar signs) Got twelve whips and all twеlve them bitches minе (Bitches mine) Got twelve whips and ain't none them bitches leased (Ain't none them bitches leased) I'm sippin' Texas, rest in peace to Pimp C (Pimp C) [Chorus: Killer Mike] This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit) This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— (Ayy, ayy, ayy) This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Dedicated to you pussy niggas, bitches with ya Doctor chairman, mister, mister You still a nigga and you a negress Actin' like you gon' be master, mistress Bad mouthin' on a Black man, out here bed wenchin And I don't know what you think this is, but bitch, this pimpin' You gon' respect me like the democrats do big Clinton You gon' respect me like a motherfuckin' Grammy winner Like I cooked your favorite rapper like a granny dinner (Yeah) I been looked at, I been followed, I been suspected (Yeah) Used and abused, I been accused, bitch, I been arrested And if a nigga know some secrets, bitch, I ain't tellin' I finally get it, all my haters, they was just jealous They wrote they papers, gave they speeches, no one gave a fuck I walk in a room and smile, and applause erupts Fuck you, fuckin' pussy, fuck you, I would hate me too 'Cause you ain't never seen a nigga do the shit I do That take that street shit and that scholarship, and run a mall I'm in attendance at the player's and the mayor's ball It's Michael [Chorus] This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— (Talk that shit) This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit) This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— (Talk that shit, talk that shit) This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit) [Verse 3: Project Pat] A poor mane is never heard, that's ecclesiastic (Huh) Money flippin' 'round here, kind of like gymnastics (Huh) Some of y'all talkin' sassy, need some clean underwear (Mm) Yo' opinion doesn't matter here, don't even got burger fare (Not all) While you smile, you see a glare, talkin' all that roo-roo From dirt to diamonds, you see me shinin', this ain't voodoo Drivin' haters coo-coo, you can get a blessing too-too If you ain't hoppin' on this money train, ain't stressin' you-you Money flippa, flashin' like the Big Dipper My dog country, keep one in chamber, on the hip-ah Big tipper, red bottoms, I never slip-ah Louis on my face and waist, a big dripper [Chorus] Talkin' that, talkin' that, talk, talk, talk, talk This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit) This for all you—, this for all you—, this for all you— This for all you player haters who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit)