Tag: John Wall


Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics




[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy




Tee Grizzley – First Day Out (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill)




[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rappin’ and I ain’t look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, "What’s that?"
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
Bein’ broke did somethin’ to my soul (soul)
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’ (Hov’)
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain’t it a blessin’? (What?)
We made it out from State, went from all that stressin’
After them chi-chis, writin’ them letters (what else? What else?)
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us (hey)
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball (‘Bron ball)
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we don’t mind y’all (mind y’all)
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all (find y’all)
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale (Yale)
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell (for real)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still prayin’ for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel ’em prayin’ on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
Persia to [?], now it’s New York to Cali
Rosecrans, the hottest daily, Free G-Weeder, that’s my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I’m the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas won’t breathe again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it’s fashion
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like I’m average
Don’t take this bag if it’s too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle, don’t let niggas see you laughin’
Ayy, who you lil’ niggas talkin’ to?
If you ain’t my mans and we argue, I’m offin’ you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s comin’ off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you niggas askin’ for my number? I don’t fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watchin’, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin’ lemonade
With the D’usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made

[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (for real)