Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: King Remembered In Time Song: Talkin Bout Nothing Typed by: email@example.com [Big K.R.I.T.] Ever since I was a young'n, up in my grandmomma house Watchin "The Mack", recitin it back, like, "Boy, whatchu talkin 'bout?" Droppin a switch, hittin a lick, tryna get rich, off in this bitch Droppin my top, I'm poppin my trunk, I'm whippin my wheel like I'm whippin my grits These niggaz ain't shit, these niggaz ain't real, these niggaz is frauds Most these haters been cuffin, crushin, lovin all on they broads So I pull up car, slam a do', break a hoe, down Run her throat 'til it's sore, pass that hoe 'round They say, "Hold up.. Damn K.R.I.T. that's fucked up!," I know it They say, "Hold up.. Damn, K.R.I.T. let's po' up," I fo' it I-I-I, I'm feelin good, feelin great, how are you? So much bass when I pop my tape, cain't feel my face, can you feel yours too? I +Got This+ here, I +Got This+ here, might have to chop that up Her pussy wet, she swab the dick, might have to mop that up She say, "What's haapnin? I'm tryna fuck", might have to prop that up Bop that up, cock that up, don't act all shocked, bitch slop that up [Chorus] I-I-I need that... I want that... I'm 'bout that... what's haapnin? I seen that... I bought that... I own that... I'm snappin Y'all niggaz ain't talkin bout nothing! (Not a thang, not a-not a thang, hoe) Y'all niggaz ain't talkin bout nothing! (Not a thang, not a-not a thang, hoe) Y'all niggaz ain't talkin bout nothing! (Not a thang, not a-not a thang, hoe) Y'all niggaz ain't talkin bout nothing that I cain't do, that you done done that I ain't did [Big K.R.I.T.] Ain't nobody trippin on yo' hoe, ain't into that Ain't nobody trippin on yo' hoe, I give her back Cut her slack, let her go, cause she was in the V-I Ain't like I be askin fo' attention when I be out So much tip that I cain't see y'all stressin busses with they feet out If you ain't suckin or fuckin (well...) you should keep out Shoot the kind of bill, when they bus' it gotta be bi She ain't gotta beg, if she lookin I can see 'bout on they G-I, drop yo' t-top, haters tend to leave out The bottles servin, poppin, shawty look at all that we got Look at all that we on, tell them floaters be gone FUCK wutchu been talkin 'bout? The couch I put my feet on Ain't no love for these haters, ain't no love for these fakes (WHAT) I was born in the country, I ain't trippin on snake (WHAT) I was fishin for some bitches, all I ever had was bait If you thank you got a problem with it, tell it to my face [Chorus] BISH~!!