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Talkin the Hardest Karaoke

Giggs

LyricsTalkin the Hardest

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If you're talkin' the hardest

Giggs better pop up

in your thoughts as an artist

Taunting the market

Everybody wants to know

where walk in da park is

Walk in the party

sporting Armani

Half of the crowd's

all snorting my Charlie

Sorted the bar

time to sort the punani

Chicks looking at me like

Talk to me darling

Hollering at man

Winking smiling

and wanna attack man

I think these lighties

loving my black gang

Everyone's suit

same colour as Batman's

Flipping like a quarter

a brick

Bag twenty-eight

with a thought of a jib

Anybody thinks

they can talk to my clique

Will end up covered in red

like a portion of chips

Pour me a drink

Big fur jacket

That's the thoughts

of a pimp

I used to be quiet

did that sort anything

So I had to run riot

when I bought me a ting

Walk with my ting

peddling morphine

Dem times dere

I was licking

out more green

Skip couple years

O-seven the story

Now I'm Hollowman

in some heavy Dior jeans

Bitch ######

looking for glory

Wanna beef me so they

can tell you a story

It'll get bloody and

it'll get gory

Clapped in the neck

like Amanda in Saw three

Yeah I got my sutting

deh pon me

So much straps

I'll have a weaponry orgy

Feds try nick me for a murder

But it could've been the man

that had the weapon

before me

B white green

I been peddling all three

Dropped P a box

it was just under four G

I told her weigh

the tens at two grams

And weigh the eighths

about four G

Badman's on the block

Speder Young Giggs

Mantis and Rockz

TB Tinie Carlton

and Jim Jones

Holding it down

while they handle

the clock

Pussyholes got my mandem

on lock

Straps we handle a lot

Clapped your mandem

and what

Me and you are cool

but you can stand

there and watch

My PYGs will put their

hands on your watch

Be easy I'll put your

mans in a box

Young Lap TB JJ and Shockz

I treat my little ######

like fam not a boss

All my mandem are hot

but your mandem are washed

Beat couple shots

and you ran to the cops

Big forty-five

they couldn't handle the shock

I talk about that handgun a lot

but that one Hollowman

handles a lot

All the black gang fam

are handled a lot

Me and Foss bagging up

grams at the spot

Shots in my grind gear

jumped in my vehicle

All gassed up

now I'mma slang me a rock

Hollowman handles his job

Feds on the ground

helicopters on top

Beautiful women wanna

dock to my cot

A beautiful woman

wouldn't stop getting cock

Composer
Dr. Dre & 50 Cent, Jason Neville Thompson, Dawaun W Parker
Lyrics
Jason Neville Thompson, Dawaun W Parker, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent, Giggs
Publisher
Universal Music Publishing Limited, Universal Music Corporation, Universal Music Pub MGB Ltd, Psalm 144 Verse 1 Music, Downtown Dmp Songs
Copyright owner
Giggs, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent, Jason Neville Thompson, Dawaun W Parker