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All Talk

"All Talk" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

G. Ry got me

Uh-huh (Hit-Boy)

Uh, let’s do it

All talk, uh

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (What)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (What)

Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy

All talk, uh (What)

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (Come on)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (Come on)

Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah

Temper gun, huh (Temper gun)

.30 clip, load it up, make ’em run (Make ’em run)

Evil kid, triple-nine, fuck a nun, bitch, just for fun, bitch

That ho use my kids as some fuckin’ fun dip (Fuckin’ fun)

I’m a magician, I make her panties drop, drop, drop

Lil’ bro got the Glock, he pull up on your block

Shoot your in your face, he did that shit a lot

Huh, live like GTA, no COD, oh my God

Nigga, what? When I was broke, I used to rob for some Robin’s

What the fuck? Now I’m rich, give a fuck about a lick, uh-huh, uh-huh

I still see walkin’ licks, it’s hard for me to not give in, uh

I’m a dog, niggas fleas on my fuckin’ skin, uh

I’m a dog so if I like her, I’m gon’ fuck her friends, uh

Don’t do Subliminals, keep it at minimal

Bitch, I’m a motherfuckin’ criminal

Got your bitch up in here eatin’ me up like some cereal

Shoot a movie with her, cinema, uh

All talk, uh

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (What)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (What)

Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy

All talk, uh (What)

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (Come on)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (Come on)

Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah

Weight up on my shoulders feel just like a boulder, get it goin’

Shorty want my boulder, shorty on my scrotum, what she on?

She better check my quota, got to pay for this dick though

She tried to set me up, her nigga the opps, I say that shit smoke

Then I make him croak (Make him croak)

She hop on me like a frog, thought she was finna croak (Don’t croak, don’t croak)

Gave her some of this love, take this dick no joke (No joke, no joke)

Told her “Don’t take it to the heart,” told her to act it like she a boss

And my dick her Cuban cigar, puff, choke, choke, choke

I aim to get that cash like I’m Puff, woah, woah, woah

The cops stay on my ass, I got to lay low (Lay low, lay low)

Count the bankroll, R.I.P. Bankroll

Keep it a dank roll, No Limit Gang

I’ll pull up and tank toe

All talk, uh (Let’s do it)

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (Come on)

Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah (Come on)

All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Bitch, you’re all talk, ayy, ayy, ayy

All talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Bitch, you’re all talk, uh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Nigga, you’re all talk, uh (Come on)

Bitch, you’re all talk, yeah (Come on)

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