Yeat Talk Lyrics – Lyfë

Yeat Talk Lyrics

Yeat Talk Lyrics: Talk is an English song from the Album “Lyfë” sung by Yeat and Talk song lyrics written by Yeat & BNYX®.

Talk Song Credits

Song: Talk
Singers: Yeat
Lyrics: Yeat & BNYX®
Music: BNYX®
Album: Lyfë (2022)
Label: Yeat
Genre: English Songs

Yeat Talk Audio

Yeat Talk Lyrics

Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (Come on, man)
Man, this nigga on another world right now
They said, uh, niggas was gettin’ tazed
Bitches was poppin’ pussy by the front door
Niggas was throwin’ chairs, everything was goin’ down
Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right here
Real twizzy shit right here (Real twizzy shit right here)
You guys don’t know ’bout it

Jump out at the show (Uh, I-I-I’m working on dying), jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke (Hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
Potty trained my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
“Shh” ’bout what you sayin’, yeah, just shut up, lеt me go (Hey, hey, hеy)

Huh, riding in that, big lil’ ass Tonka truck
Riding ’round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
Headin’ number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it’s stuck or what?
A-a-all we do is just go number one (Hey, hey, hey)
And I just brought in some M’s, lil’ bitch, it’s the first of the month
Riding ’round, I’m in the Cayenne, lil’ bitch, I’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun (Hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the Don
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (Hey, hey, hey)
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, I don’t listen to it, I don’t wanna hear ’bout none
In the whip, got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
I’m ’bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top, it’s that time of the month
I’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum (Hey, hey, hey)

Talk Yeat Lyrics

How you gon’ talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon’ talk to the feds? (Woo)
How you gon’ talk to the shmeds? (Woo) Now you gon’ talk to the lead (Huh?)
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, huh, you already heard what I said (Woo)
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (Woo, woo, woo)
And I don’t give a fuck ’bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes’ (Woo, woo, woo)
You ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense (Woo, woo, woo)
I destroyed the coupe, I’m ’bout to jump out again

Jump out at the show (Uh, I-I-I’m working on dying), jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke (Hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
Potty trained my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
“Shh” ’bout what you sayin’, yeah, just shut up, let me go (Hey, hey, hey)

Huh, riding in that, big lil’ ass Tonka truck
Riding ’round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
Headin’ number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it’s stuck or what?
A-a-all we do is just go number one (Hey, hey, hey)
And I just brought in some M’s, lil’ bitch, it’s the first of the month
Riding ’round, I’m in the Cayenne, lil’ bitch, I’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun (Hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the Don
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (Hey, hey, hey)
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, I don’t listen to it, I don’t wanna hear ’bout none
In the whip, got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
I’m ’bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top, it’s that time of the month
I’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum (Hey, hey, hey)

Talk Lyrics

How you gon’ talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon’ talk to the feds? (Woo)
How you gon’ talk to the shmeds? (Woo) Now you gon’ talk to the lead? (Huh?)
I don’t give a fuck, just sayin’, huh, lil’ bit’, you heard what I said (Woo)
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (Woo, woo, woo)
And I don’t give a fuck ’bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes’ (Woo, woo, woo)
You ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense (Woo, woo, woo)
I destroyed the coupe, I’m ’bout to jump out again

Yeat Talk Lyrics
Yeat Talk Lyrics – Lyfë
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