1997 DIANA - BROCKHAMPTON

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, more

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 a Altoid for your hot breath, life a hot mess

Pop your biceps, cue the roid rage

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

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 discreet, moonwalking between the seats

Hit on that beat and then stop (Ahh!)

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

Get the fuck out of my way now

You are so far off my level

Stop!

In the barber shop with my niggas, ay

I ain’t never soft for 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!

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

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, more

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, yay!