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Correct 1997 DIANA Lyrics
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[Intro: Kevin Abstract] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, yay! [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more [Verse 1: Matt Champion] Kiss the shoulder, hop in the Corolla These bitches talkin' shit like the bottom of porta-potties Bright ass yellow teeth, you a shit talker Gossip, legs movin' like a salsa dancer Drunk, fallin' out ya car like a flaccid dick Aww man, god damn What the fuck wrong with ya? Say it to my face pussy-ass boy Need an Altoid for your hot breath Like a hot mess, pop your biceps Cue the roid rage [Verse 2: Kevin Abstract] I think I got like five more albums inside my mind This that shit, that do or die Make your grandmama cry Keep some baggy jeans on me Keep a Billie Jean on me Got that New Orleans on me Smellin' like a queen to ya [Verse 3: Dom McLennon] Cu-cu-cucumber lemonade I need something fresh today Barber make the texture fade Actin' out like it's charades Strawberry sweater fleece Baby give me something sweet We don't gotta be discrete Moonwalking between the seats [Verse 4: Matt Champion] Hit on that beat and then stop Hop on that booty like who the hell cutie Like I don't know cootie My momma ain't raise no bitch ass Ain't no kiss ass, ain't no– Get the fuck out of my face now *burp* Get the fuck out of my way now You are so far off my level Stop! [Verse 5: Kevin Abstract & Dom McLennon] In the barber shop with my niggas (ay) I ain't never soft with my nigga (ay) I ain't never copy no nigga (ay) So quit talkin', bitch nigga (quit yo talkin', bitch) (ay) Ay, I wanna buy a Jeep (ay) That's my energy Trilogy, that's history Southside baby rest in peace! [Verse 6: Dom McLennon] Uh, lordy lordy, testify, yeah Got explosives in my mind, yeah Search for feelings I can't find, yeah I'm a ghost because I grind, yeah Made a deal with Father Time, yeah Told me "Find a way to shine", yeah "I can make you live forever All you gotta do is dance until you die", yeah [Chorus: Kevin Abstract] Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop (quit) talking shit and give us more, more Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop (quit) talking shit and give us more, more Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more [Outro: Kevin Abstract & Romil Hemnani] Ahh! Five, four, three, two, one, yay!
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