Kollektivet - Boyfriend Talk | Текст песни

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Life handed me a bad hand of cards
Met my mother first time behind bars
Got seven bullet wounds and eight knife scars
I’m a bad motherfu-
Oh hey girl…
Uh, what’s up? Everything alright?

My name is Boy Tough
I’m from a bad neighbourhood
Smoking weed e’ryday
Pimpin’ hoes like I should
Hittin’ rhymes up rough
Spittin’ out real, raw stuff
I’m a bad motherucka
He’s a bad motherfucker-
Hi baby! How are you?
I’m just… You know?
Thinking of you
Wanna grab a bite later or…?

Man why you talking with a pussy-ass voice
Motherfucker don’t you understand that you have a choice
Ther’s no need to pitch your voice up like that
Makin’ you, me and every man alive seem whack!
What’s your next plan, you gonna buy a cat?
Homie don’t be dragging us down like that!

Homie don’t be talkin’ that boyfriend talk!
I’m sorry but if I don’t, then she’ll think something’s up
I said, homie don’t be talkin’ that boyfriend talk!
But I talked like that from the start, it’ll be weird if I suddenly stopped…

When the bitches call, I tell them “What’s up?”
Fo’ real?
Whith a manly voice they know who’s boss
You actually say that?
Yeah so don’t let your ass get whipped by girls
That shit’s so gross, gonna make me hurl
Next time she calls, show some fucking balls
And tell her that you’re finished with that boyfriend talk

Hey baby? Uhh, I mean
Cool that you called but I’m chillin’ now
With my crew, ain’t got time
I’ll get back to you, bitch!

Hey bitch, leave me alone
Everytime you fu-
I’m sorry baby, I dont know what came over me
Maybe I’m just catching a cold, you know?
Of course I love you, of course

What the fuck playa’? That’s boyfriend talk!
What the fuck does she want, she wanna shrink your cock?
You’re wrapped ’round her finger, you should be ashamed!
‘Cause talkin’ like a girl makes you sound real lame

Homie don’t be talkin’ that boyfriend talk
Hey baby girl, I’ll be home around 8
No, no, no, I promise that I won’t be late
I said, homie don’t be talkin’ that boyfriend talk
I’m just making a song with my gangsta crew
You know Thug, Big Ballz, I mean Mike and Stu…

When my bitch calls, I don’t even pick up the phone
All she ever does is bitch, complain and moan
What the hell she gonna do when I tell her “Fuck You!”
I don’t take no shiiiii-
Oh hey baby, so good to see… aaah!-
Oh! Come on boo, I love you
Please let go of my balls!

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