DeAngelo Xavier, Lash Lehrue, TrueLee Fresh - Pillow Talk Lyrics

Look
You be talking like you got a lot
You shape shifting like the Autobot
Protect me
You ain't even got me like the Otterbox
A Tatar toot potatoes hide the shots behind the glock
On my block
Tables turn and the chairs revolving
It's like math after school debating problem solving
The same number doubled the symbol with lines crossing
Sending me ideas I ain't like so I tossed them, uhm
Your friends devious they want your man
She can't have em' she Jawanna Mann, face looking crazy
Snatching bitches like they Ricky Tan, like they're children
God can see it he just fold his hands
Keep it a buck
You don't wanna see me win my friend
You talk behind my back bitch I got a spider sense
But I ain't Peter I'm Parker I'm not a journeyman
I'm sticking with the Spurs like I was a Mexican, feel me
Underneath it all
They desperate, they praying I fall
Niggas heated like the Summer
We switching to Fall
But we pay em no attention like fuck em we ball
Standing like Candace I'm tall
Crossing like Christopher Paul
You're just a State Farm commercial, my nigga You're Carl-tons they weighting
On my mind cause I thought we was cool
These niggas shiesty and they don't like to play by the rules
Keeping everything tucked like nasty cookout food, yeah
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit, my God (My God, my God)
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk (You do a lot of talking)
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit, my God (My God)
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk (You're running your mouth)
Why you keep on talking
(Yeah you're running, why you're running your mouth)
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk
Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Talking and talking, I said you talking to talk, man
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk (My God)
Why you keep on talking
My God, My God
Talking and talking and talking
My God
My God
My God
Hallelujah thank you Jesus, my God

Look
You be talking like you got a lot
You shape shifting like the Autobot
Protect me
You ain't even got me like the Otterbox
A Tatar toot potatoes hide the shots behind the glock
On my block
Tables turn and the chairs revolving
It's like math after school debating problem solving
The same number doubled the symbol with lines crossing
Sending me ideas I ain't like so I tossed them, uhm
Your friends devious they want your man
She can't have em' she Jawanna Mann, face looking crazy
Snatching bitches like they Ricky Tan, like they're children
God can see it he just fold his hands
Keep it a buck
You don't wanna see me win my friend
You talk behind my back bitch I got a spider sense
But I ain't Peter I'm Parker I'm not a journeyman
I'm sticking with the Spurs like I was a Mexican, feel me
Underneath it all
They desperate, they praying I fall
Niggas heated like the Summer
We switching to Fall
But we pay em no attention like fuck em we ball
Standing like Candace I'm tall
Crossing like Christopher Paul
You're just a State Farm commercial, my nigga You're Carl-tons they weighting
On my mind cause I thought we was cool
These niggas shiesty and they don't like to play by the rules
Keeping everything tucked like nasty cookout food, yeah
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit, my God (My God, my God)
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk (You do a lot of talking)
Don't nobody wanna hear that shit, my God (My God)
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk (You're running your mouth)
Why you keep on talking
(Yeah you're running, why you're running your mouth)
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk
Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Talking and talking, I said you talking to talk, man
All you do is talk and you talk and you talk and you talk (My God)
Why you keep on talking
My God, My God
Talking and talking and talking
My God
My God
My God
Hallelujah thank you Jesus, my God