Talk about Me - King Lil G

My Enemies Panic

Once They See That I’m Back

They Hate The Way That Bitches Love Me

But They Love How I rap

I’m Trying To Tell Them Boys

Homie There’s No Reason For That

Your Girlfriend Tried To Kiss Me

But I’m Pushing Her Back

She Couldn’t Get No Love From Me

That’s Why She Kicks It With Fatz

I Guess It Is My Fault

That She Got Tramp Stamped

Lil G The Royal King

Of That Gangsta Shit

My Girlfriend Looks Better

Than Famous Chicks

You Get Love From Your City

I’m Getting Love From The Coast

I’m Getting Love From The Drug Dealers

That Selling The Most

Went From Selling An Ounce

To Getting Pounds From The Boat

Now He’s Bumping My Songs

In Cars With Suicide Doors

He Relates To What I Say

About Money & Hoes

I’m Rapping bout My Life

Homie Tell Me What’s Yours?

Rappers Try To Diss

And I Don’t Diss Them Back

I Tell 'Em Simple & Plain

Homie You Are No Match

I’m A Tell 'em Why

They Could Talk About Me

Jealousy They Feel

Cause I’m Getting This Cream

I Stay Countin' Money

With My Homeboy «D»

Homie We The Ones

That They Talk About

In Your City — In Your Hood

It’s What They Talk About

Your Hoes & Your Bitches

Always Talk About

The «S» Boy Clicks

Is What They Talk About

Popping Bottles In The Clubs

Is What They Talk About

Phone Fucking For Hours

With This Girl That I Met

She Says She’s Feeling The Tattoos

I Got On My Neck

Got Her Falling In Love

She’s Even Breaking Some Bread

Got Her Doing Whatever

She’s Even Bringing Her Friend

2 O’clock In The Morning

Got 'em Rolling On X

One Thing To The Next

Got 'em Naked In Bed

Tongue Kissing With One Of 'em

While I’m Gettin Some Head

Gettin, Gettin Some Head

Gettin, Gettin Some Head

Took 'em Out To My Next Show

I Got Me Some Fresh Clothes

That’s When I Seen

Kat, Beto, Big Downer & Negro

They Giving Me Props

Cause That’s The Enemies Ex-Girl

And I Don’t Say Nothing

She Does Say I’m The Best Though

Talking In Spanish

Telling Me, «Daddy Te Quiero»

Fuck A Bitch Right

She’ll Do Whatever You Say So

Buying My Nike’s

Buying My White Tees

Sprung Like A Muthafucker

Damn You Was Right, «D»

I’m Like A Star Homie

I Handle Broads Homie

They Come To See Me & Uhh

They Do It All For Me

Doing Some Freak Shit

She Goes All Out

Kissing My Stomach

Then She Was Sucking My Soul Out

This Rap Shit Is Way Too Easy

Give Me A Thousand

And You Could Call If You Need Me

Remember Me & Go Get My Album

So I Could Show You Where These Boys

Get They Styles From

They Wanna Be, They Try To Be

But Never Will

Your Music Is Okay

I Got Better Skills

I Got Bigger Wheels

I Get Better Deals

I’m Fucking Bitches

That Never Take Off They High Heels

I Make 'em Bounce Like A Lowrider

The Way A Maniaco Should With Lowiders

They Probably Right

When They Run They Mouth

Another Song — Another Hit

At The Hennessy Lounge