Dirty Talk

By Biv

On Dead Luxury

Released on May 20, 2022

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[Intro]

Set to my case, wanna let it pop, pop, pop

Face no trace when escape, pop, pop, pop

Fucka go froze ice, pop, pop, pop, pop

Go straight to the fucka brain, pop, pop, pop

And I let the bitch freak

And the bitch gone geek

Need a problem from

I don't wanna see, see


[Verse 1]

Think we just a little different

Loved a bitch before but never missed it

Who was I kidding? I'm one for the distance

Don't talk at all unless it's triple digits

Fuckas want problems till they can't fix it

Fuckas want problems till they can't fix it

Fuckas want problems till they can't fix it

Bitch want smoke, hoe I gotchu

Bring that same pace, who goin stop you?

Living fake fake bitch I spot you

Feign for the digits I been locked too

Selfish as fuck, I got lists I can't cut

I got a problem to talk, bitch don't bring it to us

We don't fly with the fucks, know you lookin for such

I just peep what I must, yuh

Bitch I know it's a problem

I ain't tryna show why I got em

Everybody know how I drop in

Bitch show face when he poppin

Tryna find ways through my process

I ain't been trippin with my progress

I'm a bit much for the digest

Watch them come up just to digress


[Verse 2]

I'm crashin, feel fantastic

Throwing hands when I get too active

Bitches only come around for the traction

Tryna act like I already have it

My world my own, my tragic

Thoughts been too much for action

Thoughts been too much for action

Money never came in

Private schools never handled my patience

Barely keepin up with the fuckin payment

Matter of fact we ain't never had savings

Mold on the ceiling that I'm prayin

Too much to explain, so I vacant

No lapse, I go back to the pavement

Keep my life out your mouth and ya statements


[Chorus]

And I let the bitch freak

And the bitch gone geek

Need a problem from

I don't wanna see, see

And I let the bitch freak

And the bitch gone geek

Need a problem from

I don't wanna see, see


[Post-Chorus]

Set to my case, wanna let it pop, pop, pop

Face no trace when escape, pop, pop, pop

Fucka go froze ice, pop, pop, pop, pop

Go straight to the fucka brain, pop, pop, pop

Bitch want smoke, hoe I gotchu

Bring that same pace, who goin stop you?

Living fake fake bitch I spot you

Feign for the digits I been locked too


[Verse 3]

Nameless

Pussy boy ended up brainless

Bitch too bad, too shameless

Fuck around, make a bitch famous

I don't wanna feel where the pain is

I don't wanna feel where the pain is

Nameless

Pussy boy ended up brainless

Nameless

Pussy boy ended up brainless

Bitch too bad, too shameless

Fuck around, make a bitch famous

I don't wanna feel where the pain is

I don't wanna feel where the pain is

Nameless

Pussy boy ended up brainless