NBA Youngboy – I Don’t Talk Mp3 Download Audio
“NBA Youngboy – I Don’t Talk” This latest hard project is bound to go to the top of the charts as we can see that the team behind it did their best to the execution of the work.
From the compendium of the African drums and the percussion laced with quite accomplishing Strings and chords to the amazing laying of vocals and interesting lyrics coupled with the standard mixing and mastering.’
- “MUSIC FILE DETAILS”
- Writer: Rõçky Bøy
- Artist(s): NBA Youngboy
- Track Title: I Don’t Talk
- Category: Music
- File Type: Audio/mpeg
- Audio Size: 3.62Mb
- Last Touched: 2 Minutes Ago
- Year Released 2022
- Bitrate: 355 kBit/s
So we can unquestionably confirm that “NBA Youngboy – I Don’t Talk” is one hard work that will disorganized the airwaves for a while, this is nothing surprising since we all know the vibe never ends!The producer ‘NBA Youngboy‘ was quite excited to inform the fans about this new drop on Twitter and other social media platforms earlier this weekend and you can stream it on DSP worldwide.
This project ‘I Don’t Talk‘ will unquestionably be a joy to your ears and melt hearts, the song is already bombing on popular streaming platforms including Audiomack, Youtube music and Apple music.
I Don’t Talk Lyrics
Vade on the keys
[Chorus]
I d’on’t talk to my girlfriends, and my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Promote the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s when murder hit, know they heard of this
Kaylyn and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slippin’, poppa house big, my baby mama, I was on my ass
[Verse 1]
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballed me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame
I ain’t gеt a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
“Oh, that’s hilarious stuff”
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that’s what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain’t happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they cherised us
Can’t be out here flippin’ patties, what make you think them hoes gon’ fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so hilarious? Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin’ limbo with that gang fi’
Mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that’s fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren and thank him for that phone call, I’m on now
If that’s my girl, I ain’t fuckin’ on her friend inside my home, uh
[Chorus]
I d’on’t talk to my girlfriends, and my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Promote the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that’s when murder hit, know they heard of this
Kaylyn and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slippin’, poppa house big, my baby mama, I was on my ass
Tired, confused you need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests
Got your back and with your through ’til the end
Don’t give no fuck if you kin
I need my phone call, go, I go to trippin’, try to slam me down
I’m with Kaylyn and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it’s K, “Pick up the phone, KD just got gunned down”
Buck bussin’ back, but what ’bout my lil’ brother?
Montana son was ’round
She don’t love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama thought her that
“You free to fuck ’round if I don’t know about it”
Who the fuck done thought of that?
I’m a gangster, hang up on your mammy, bitch know I ain’t callin’ back
I’m a ranger, in the Nawf, it’s danger, my fam’ ain’t stoppin’ that
Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, my captain
Ain’t takin’ care of body, she skinny ass, the fuck her parents fat?
She stressin’, wildin’ about her old man, he done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin’, I watched niggas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack
He caught her talkin’ to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it’s cap
But shawty was lovin’ bro ass and everybody know that that’s a fact
Later OD’d from off of doja, it was as strong as nightcap
[Outro]
[?]
Hello?
Run that shit
Run that shit?
Run that shit
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hahaha, nah, just go off, just go
I told Tim I ain’t fuck them niggas, I want ’em all
Been bringin’ pressure all my life but ain’t no sense in calmin’ down
If Top ain’t feelin’ your demeanor, bet I make you move around
Big ass gat under my arm, the Tom make your mama fall
I’m off that bottle, and I’m off that water, be exact
But I ain’t [?] store, where they smoke moto’ and they servin’ packs
Last level, always told you, I’ma kill you if you ever rat
They blocked the entrance off, so I say, “Fuck it,” fall in through the back
4KTrey, nobody safe, look at it, daddy’s way
When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernatin’
Talk to Monique, she told me, “Fat Black, hit your knees and pray”
The lawyers say they want the R.I.C.O., that’s another case
