B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - Don't Talk to Me lyrics

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Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me

Ain't nobody wanna holla

I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart

Now everybody wanna holla

If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla

 

[Chorus:]

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla

 

[Verse 1:]

You know how it is when you ballin, everybody wanna holla

But the day you fall off, you lose most of your partners

Niggas be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya

Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna fuck ya

You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone

You ain't working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone

You ain't working with nothing, they sayin they ain't home

You sayin to yourself, Boy that hoe wrong

I'ma get chu, Wait til I get my shit straight I'mma fix you

I got a K beg for ya, I done bounced back, I'm here to clear my name up

And while I'm doin that, I'm bout to fuck the game up

A year ago, I was fucking my bangs up

Now I'm on the grind just getting my change up

The tables done turned, Now everybody wanna talk

If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna talk

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 2:]

When I was on my ass, Niggas was acting funny

Niggas would shoot you and look what the dope done him

Niggas done me bad, I couldn't get nothing

Now they see me shining and holla "What Up Cousin?"

Ain't nothing, better get the fuck on 'fore I sneak ya

Only real niggas can holla at me for a feature

Bitch niggas, I ain't fucking with y'all kind

So don't attempt to holla and waste my time (Nope)

I don't want cha number (Nope), I don't wanna be your friend (Nope)

I don't want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine Men (Yep)

I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face

Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face

I'm back now, Chopper City's on the move

And I feel like Ludacris, Bitch you better move

Get out the way, While I'm walking through

If you ain't real, I dont wanna talk to you

 

[Chorus]

 

[Talking]

Ooh they got these niggas

Be getting busted with like five, ten bricks

Go to the feds looking at life

Be home in about 3 years

You know something ain't right with that

 

[Chorus 2:]

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, Ya done got an early release

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, I know you work for the police

Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla

 

[Verse 3:]

Man I ain't lying, the game done got flakey

You don't know who is who, the game done got shady

Niggas play hard, get popped and start faking

Get off the deal of rap, They hop up and take it

Look up next week, Ya shops getting raided

Scared to go to the pen, they know they can't make it

Calling me collect, I'm hanging up in they face

Trying to talk in codes, I know the carbon trace

I ain't the one to play, I know you can't be trusted (No)

Everybody know you got half the city busted (Yeah)

Boy you down bad, you playing the game raw

I thought you was a G, you ain't as real as I thought (Ooh)

You went against the code, You disrespected game

You lost your ghetto past going against the grain

Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla

I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire (Uh Huh)

 

[Chorus 2]
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