Talkin` Trash Lyrics

Talkin` Trash lyrics

featuring Bassey

[Timbaland]
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what
Do you
want it? Uh uh uh what
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what
Do you want it? Uh
uh uh say what here we go
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you
want it? Uh uh uh what here we go
Do you like it? Uh uh uh what here we
go
Do you want it? Part two part two

[Bassey]
Why you always
askin' me why I talk like that?
What, you think you betta, nigga, cuz your
pockets are fat?
Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant?
You
talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they whip
You know me and I
don't think I have to explain
You that same crotty nigga that fucked that
bitch in my Range
It was the same, life, it was talked up a good
game
Between that money and that pussy that she claim to
fame

[Timbaland]
Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap
lies
It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs
Never ever was
the one that humped that girl on your Rover
You forgot your baby cousin
humped that girl on your Rover
It's Timbaland, baby, I don't get down like
that
Don't try to explain, get yo ass to the back
Never ever disrepsect
the man that put you on his team
Now baby dove, get the keys to your
Beem'

1 [Timbaland]
Why you talkin' big trash to
me?
[Bassy]
Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why
you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
[Bassy]
Cuz you always playin' games,
Timothy

[Timbaland]
Why you talkin' big trash to
me?
[Bassey]
Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
[Timbaland]
Why
you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
[Bassey]
Because you always playin'
games with Bassy

[Bassey]
I done met many players that act like
you
Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to screw
Instead
of talkin' 'Hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'
Cuz you rot in a crumbed
out six, you think I'm whipped
Got numerous niggas that be rottin' my
shit
And the last thing I need is a nigga for kicks
I stay dibbed and
forever spend the louchie on Gucci
Fuck the money and diamonds cuz nigga,
I'm still shinin'

[Timbaland]
Look at you, girl, talkin'
trash
Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show your ass
Don't try to get on my
track and clown
You my queen, my mistress, my Jackie Brown
Why you tryin'
to start trouble in my can?
Now hot and angry and I'm getting amped
Keep
on givin' me the cold shoulder
Now I got to get the keys to the
Roller
You gone

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[Bassey]
It was all for the paper,
that's right, all for the love
Only wanted most what ghetto girls dream
of
I need the Hummers and the yachts, Don P on the rocks
Cardierre wrist
wear with the shivel on top
Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you
tryin' to replace me
Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was crazy
(know you was crazy)
Tried to play me but your game's a little lazy
Cuz I
hooked up and got with your man, nigga scrammed

[Timbaland]
Girl, what
you know about Cardi and wrist wear?
When you don't even wear Vic's
Underwear
Think before you start talkin' shit
Remember, I'm the man with
the diamonds and whips
I ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those
speedos
I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my people
I keep tellin'
you this is me you talkin' to
Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby
boo

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