Traci - Talk Now lyrics

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Traci - Talk Now lyrics

[Hook: Traci & Soulja Slim] Uh-huh b**hes what (x3) Y'all ain't talking bout nothing Uh-uh n***a what (x3) Y'all ain't talking bout nothing [Verse 1: Traci] Want the n***as to pay attention, b**hes ain't no competition Y'all n***as already feel I'm a pure addiction [?] with you street hoes from a distance I run with some Cutt Throaters and we [?] in Coogi I be acting on that a** like I'm auditioning for a movie b**hes inside of their range, now treat them like hoes 4.0 street sweepers just to [?] b**hes over [?] 2002 Cadillac Escalade Not to mention one that's my second one and both of 'em was paid Hoes steady blocking cause they see I'm boss made Now they gathering rumors that I'm wanted by the Feds an*lyzing these hoes cause they ain't nothing but actors I'm living the life of currency so I'm a main factor It's Cutthroat Committee [?] f** 'em Uh-uh b**hes what, y'all ain't talking bout nothing [Hook] [Verse 2: Soulja Slim] I'm well known in that Soulja land Willing to die for my bricks, you won't understand Soulja signed between my eyebrows, you got one too That mean you a soulja cause you tote choppers too? I'm from that Magnolia, f**ing well right block a few Haters to shoot What y'all wanna do We could take it to the battlefield Y'all not bout no combat, so you best chill, tryna play real n***as get f**ed over all day My soulja got sell dope the hallway with a small pay Sick scope [?] That's why me and my homie came up Momma told me not to go in that circle, it was dangerous But now we own it [?] outsiders can't roam it, we got this n***as be trying to hold they spot down like us, they jocked it You gon' die with that Soulja rag Keep throwing it up, I'ma take your [?] down bad Won't give a f** bout who you are and who you runs with Cause my committee, they be all about that dumb sh**, that pull out the gun sh** And I'm gonna be the last man standing [?] gun in hand letting lose shots pistol popping like [?] Y'all n***as ain't ready for war I can tell I'm from that Uptown zone, gun smoke is all I smell Shouts out to my n***as in jail Keep the [?] business and mail [Hook]