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Versuri Nine Vicious – Talk About It lyrics

[Intro: Nine Vicious & Steve Kuhn]
Now night is here (Oh)
Today was clear (Say what?)
Now night is here (Oh)
Today was clear (Say what?)
I guess I’ll never learn (Haha, niggas crazy), woo-hoo
I guess I’ll never learn (I’m with yo—, yeah), woo-hoo
I guess I’ll never learn (I’m with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)

[Chorus: Nine Vicious]
They wanna learn how I did it (Woo-hoo, what? Woo-hoo)
They do not know how I did it (Say what?)
Put this shit on, yeah, I shitted (Woo-hoo)
Got me some right, now I’m leanin’ (What?)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ her, „Beat it” (Say what? Woo-hoo)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ her, „Beat it” (Beat it)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ ‘em, „Beat it” (Beat it, okay, beat it)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ ‘em, „Beat it” (Say what? What? What? What? What?)

[Verse 1: Nine Vicious]
Shit (What? What? What?)
Capitol at my studio, tellin’ me I’m worth like 1.5 (Blitt)
Damn, I love my shooter, he’ll smoke your ass like a 3.5
I got bad bitch, I’m paintin’ her face, like shawty got pied (Say what? What?)
I got racks on me, yeah, I walked in, niggas old just like Pac (Let’s go)
Pop my shit, I’m dissin’ like all these niggas on Instagram live (Say what?)
He ain’t never did nothin’ to me (What?), I diss that boy, yeah, I’m sayin’ it (What?)
I walk ‘round town in a black truck, they know a nigga so bready (Skrrt)
She wanna fuck on the beach, I know that lil’ ho is ready (I know she ready)
Hundred rounds right to your dome, I put some racks on a bad bitch

[Chorus: Nine Vicious]
They wanna learn how I did it (Woo-hoo, what? Woo-hoo)
They do not know how I did it (Say what?)
Put this shit on, yeah, I shitted (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
Got me some right, now I’m leanin’ (What?)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ her, „Beat it” (Say what? Woo-hoo)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ her, „Beat it” (Right now, beat it)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ ‘em, „Beat it” (Beat it, okay, beat it)
Michael Jackson, I’m tellin’ ‘em, „Beat it” (Say what? What? What? What? What?)

[Verse 2: Nine Vicious & Steve Kuhn]
I got your heart in my hand (Hand), I got your heart in my hand (Hand)
I got your heart in my hand (Pussy), baby, your heart in my hand (Hand)
No, I do not want your friend (What?), I’m tryna run up these bands (What?)
Why’d you get fucked up, my friend? (What?) He rattin’, he ain’t showin’ his hand (What?)
Woah-woah (What?), woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (Ha)
Brand-new tat’ on my face (Shit), talkin’ my shit gon’ go (Ya dig?)
Got my hair lookin’ pink (Say what?), pink pussy on the pussy ho (Pink pussy)
Why the fuck you rattin’? (Say what?) These niggas breakin’ the code (What? What? Guess I’ll never learn, what? What?)
They’ll never learn how I did it, they’ll never learn how I did it (Slatt)
Got me some plates and I flipped it (Bitch)
Know how my story is written, givin’ your folks, I’m your dad
Baby, I just want some head (What?), tryna put that shit to rest (Okay, okay)

[Outro: Nine Vicious & Steve Kuhn]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay, yeah (Woah, woah)
Yeah (Woah)
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah (Ah)
Now night is here
Today was clear
Now night is here
Today was clear
Sex with you so amazin’ (It’s so amazin’)
Sex with you so amazin’ (It’s amazin’)
Sex with you so amazin’ (That shit amazin’)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit amazin’)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit amazin’)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo, that shit amazin’)
On God, I need me some head, yeah (I need some head)
On God, I need me some head, that bitch bad (What?)