Talk My Shit Lyrics – Childish Gambino

A-Town Do It Don’t Stop, You Was Sorta Rich (Yeah)
You Niggas Missed The Bank By A Quarter Inch (Yeah)
I’m Hoppin’ Out The Coupe With My Titties Out
Do They Have A Sauna’s All I Care About (Uh, Uh)
I’ma Make A Billi’ Like I’m Eilish (Yeah, Yeah)
You Can’t See Me Flyin’ ’cause It’s Private
She Ain’t Ever Seen Inside A Hyatt
When We Met At First, She Actin’ Quiet
Love When She Sayin’ That Shit,
Might Have To Marry This B!tch (Ooh, Ooh)
Bought Her A Crazy Car, Lock It,
It Sound Like This (Ooh, Ooh)
Niggas Is Tied To That Guy
I Walk Through The Party,
She All On My Shoulder, I’m Booking It Quick
He Got A Ho, She Might Jump On The D!ck
Head On A Swivel, It’s Makin’ ’em Sick
I Did It, I Did It
I’m Runnin’ Up On Ya, I’m There In A Minute, Ha, Ha
I Did It Myself, A Million, Bajillion,
I Made Every Penny, Ha, Ha
He Never Got Even, He Still Just A Critic,
He Still In His Feelings, Ha, Ha (Uh)
They Wanted Me Dead, They Hate When I’m Breathin’
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
I Want All The Smoke, Uh
She Said, “Baby, What’s A Yacht?”
I Said, “A Kind Of Boat”
Talkin’ Dirty, You Don’t Wash Her Mouth With Olive Soap
Now My Hater Want A Job, But He Ain’t Make The Cut, Uh-uh
Got My Shorts Up On My Knees, I’m Feelin’ Like A Slut, Uh
Got My Slammy Right Behind Me If You Wanna Jug (Uh)
Talkin’ Shit, But When I See ’em,
They Like, “Where My Hug?” (“Where My Hug?”)
I Be Stompin’, Pointin’ At Me, She Like, “There My Thug”
Had To Hold Her Back, She Wildin’, Sayin’

Let Me Talk My Shit, Oh, I’m On Fire (Oh)
If They Say We Friends, They A Liar (Yeah)
When It Come To Tools, I’m Macgyver (Woo)
I’ma Touch The Roof If I’m Higher (Yeah)
Someone Said The Benz Was Too Gaudy (Gaudy)
So I Went And Got The New Pagani (Woo)
I Was Makin’ Plans With Ya Shawty (Yeah)
I’ma Keep My Mouth In The Potty

After You Pop A Pilly, Ho, Uh
I Serve It To Your Sister, She A Silly Ho, Uh
Spinnin’ Champagne On A Mini Boat, Uh
Pimpin’ Pu*sy Out This Bentley, Got Like 20 Ho*s, Huh, Huh, Huh
I’m Runnin’ This B!tch Like A Race, Uh-uh
B!tch, I’ma Nut In Your Face, Uh
Most Of The Internet Fake
He Gonna Be Real With That Gun In His Face
She Still Wanna Fuck And We Done It All Day
24 Karats, Ain’t None Of Them Fake
Pop Shit, Ho, Talk Shit
Huh, Huh, Hol’ Up (Right)
Ha, Ha, I Love All My Opps
The B!tch Done Seen Me Whippin’ Chickens, Almost Called The Cops
I Feel Like Gucci Mane, I Might Just Throw Her At The Drop (Yeah)
I Keep That Hoochie Out The Hummer, Almost Killed The Thot, Huh, Huh
On 5Th Ave With The Cannon
I Got 50 Baby Mama’s In Atlanta
All The Ho*s Screaming, “It’s A Fuckin’ Anthem”

Passin’ Ho*s, No Hands, I’m Cruisin’ (Duh)
Pop Shit In My Sleep, They Snoozin’ (B!tch)
If You Broke, H*e, You Got The Cooties (Haha)
All Of My Friends Dead, Like Uzi (Haha)
Two Chains On Me, I’m Different (Damn)
I Could Fuck Up A Check And Go Missing (Money)
When I Walk In, I Feel Attention (Ooh)
Shittin’ On B!tches, I’m Leaving ’em Pissed (Damn)
Bad Ho*s Go Loco (Yeah)
Body Too Tea, B!tch, I’m Hot Like A Throat Coat (That B!tch)
I Ain’t Fuckin’ With Nobody, This A Coupe
Why Would I Need Me A Photo? (Huh)
Chocolate B!tch, I Be On Toxic Shit
He Eat Me Up Like Cocoa
I’m A P-A*s B!tch, You The Opposite
Keep A Nigga In A Chokehold (Duh)

White Boy Paid, Had To Put It On A Tiktok (Oh)
White Boy Paid, Had To Put It On A Tiktok
White Boy Paid, Had To Put It On A Tiktok (Oh)
White Boy Paid, Had To Put It On A Tiktok
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Hold On
Bando!
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