I Don’t Talk Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy pagalworld

NBA YoungBoy

I Don’t Talk LyricsNBA YoungBoy From English Album The Last Slimeto with Lyrics Meaning & Knowledge. Latest I Don’t Talk Song lyrics written by Phat Black, Vadebeatz, NBA YoungBoy and produced by Vadebeatz. The Music video has been Release on 18th July, 2022.

  • Album
  • Singer
  • Produced By
  • Vadebeatz
  • Written By
  • Phat Black, Vadebeatz, NBA YoungBoy

I Don’t Talk Lyrics

[Intro: Phatblack]
Vade on the keys!

[Chorus: Nba Youngboy]
I don’t talk to my girlfriends
And my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, A platinum album
And a north degree
Fu*k what happened, You a woman
You don’t speak, Oh! nah, Nah
Remove the hood
I think they wanna hear from me, Oh! nah, Nah
Get too close, Get smoked like purple
B!tch, This that murder sh!t
Youngboy pull up, That’s when murder hit
Know they heard of this
Kelly and a birkin bag even though
The b!tch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, Begged my baby mama
I was on my a$$

[Verse 1: Nba Youngboy]
They talk down on my name, On my face
They brought shamе
Blackballed me from up out the gamе
B!tch, Stripped me out the fame
I ain’t get a thing but a laugh
When i told my pain
“Oh! that’s hilarious, Thug?”
Do dirty work with illegal guns
That’s what i was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel
I ain’t happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options
But they cherished us
Can’t be out here flipping patties
What make you think them h0es gone fu*k with us?
What the fu*k you think so lavish?
Through my whole career, Been doped up
Playing limbo with that gunfire
Mama say i was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial
That’s fifty-Five, One long ride
Tell mike caren i thank him for that phone call
I’m on now, If that’s my girl
I ain’t fu*king on her friend inside my home, Uhh!

[Chorus: Nba Youngboy]
I don’t talk to my girlfriends
And my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name
A platinum album, And a north degree
Fu*k what happened, You a woman
You don’t speak, Oh! nah, Nah
Remove the hood
I think they wanna hear from me, Oh! nah, Nah
Get too close, Get smoked like purple
B!tch, This that murder sh!t
Youngboy pull up, That’s when murder hit
Know they heard of this
Kelly and a birkin bag even though
The b!tch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, Begged my baby mama
I was on my a$$

[Verse 2: Nba Youngboy]
Tired, You confused
You need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, My friend?
Got your best interests
Got your back and with you, Thug ’til the end
Don’t give no fu*k if you kin
I need my phone call, Guard go to tripping
Tryna to slam me down
I’m with kaylee and with herm inside the car
Them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, It’s k, Pick up my phone
“Kd just got gunned down”
Bub bussing back, But what about my lil’ brother?
Montana son was around
She don’t love a n!gga, She a snake, Huh?
Her mama taught her that
“You free to fu*k around if i don’t know about it”
Who the fu*k done thought of that?
I’m a gangster, I hang up on your mammy
B!tch, No, I ain’t calling back
I’m a ranger, In that nawf
It’s danger, My family stopping that
Talk to my brother violent
But herm got him clapped, And i cop that
Ain’t taking care of her body
She skinny as the fu*k, Her parents fat
She stressing, Wilding about her old man
He done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her something
I watched n!ggas do my mama that
He choked her, Slam her, Kicked on her
Spit on her and made her spinal crack
He caught her talking to her ex
She tried to lie, He knew it’s cap
But shawty was loving brodie a$$
And everybody know that that’s a fact
Later od’d from off a dose
It was as strong as nightcap

[Outro: Nba Youngboy & Phatblack]
Say phat baby!
Hello?
Run that sh!t
Run that sh!t?
Run that sh!t
Let me see, Let me see, Let me see, Let me see
Hahaha, Nah, Just go off, Just go
I told ten, Man, Fu*k them n!ggas
I want them all, Been bringing pressure all my life
It ain’t no sense in calming down
If top ain’t feeling your demeanor
Bet i make you move around
Big a$$ gat under my arm, B!tch
I’ll make your mama fall
I’m out that bottom, And i’m out that wall
To be exact, Behind that feining store
Where they smoke mojo and they serving packs
They always told me, “I’ma kill you if you ever rat”
They blocked the entrance off
So i say, “Fu*k it, ” fall in through the back
4ktrey, Nobody safe, And i gotta die this way
When we in the city, All them n!ggas do is hibernating
Talk to monique, She told me
“Phatblack, Hit your knees and pray”, The lawyers say
“They want the r.i.c.o., ” that’s another case

This is the end of I Don’t Talk by NBA YoungBoy Complete Full Song Lyrics. If you discover any mistake in I Don’t Talk Song Lyrics, Please send correct Lyrics by using contact us form.

I Don’t Talk Song Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy are informational and provided for educational purposes only. No representation is made or warranty given as to their content. User assumes all risks of use. LyricsRoll assumes no responsibility for any loss or damage resulting from such use. Lyrics of I Don’t Talk song & video are property and copyright of their owners.

Leave a Comment