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| Tech N9ne Killer Pillow Talkin (Verse 1) Tech N9ne If you you see thunda From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba Don't no wake an yappin when she's in a deep slumba If we share secret And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you swear to keep it (YES) Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it SO when your woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it Pillow talkin get you caught up an brought up on charges Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin short of retarded Cause when you say stuff And then you an your woman break up You funkin because your mouth wouldn't stay shut How could you spread that? Can't believe you said that Puttin my life in jeapordy definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap What you tell your lady can make you take a dead nap Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back (Chorus) YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be pillow talkin (Don't say nothin) YOU Be pillow talkin You Don't be pillow talkin (Verse 2) Scarface My advice for niggas is this You can never trust no chick It don't matter how silky the hoe can stroke yo dick It don't matter how slimy the pussy hole gone get If a nigga talks to these bitches these hoes gone snitch (SHiiit) I used to fuck this bitch Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny Climbin the bed post Feedin her dog meat In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason She know where the guns at, the lock box keys an The floor safe combo But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news Knock on the front door A man in a police suit, a girl with a black tooth (??) Get to the money she saw him countin in the back room But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop suit Shoots at the bitch once, pops an drops dude (Chorus) (Verse 3) Tech N9ne I can tell you what the problem is People try to be monogomous Tell his woman a lot of shit An he thinkiin he got a bottom bitch Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you oughtta quit When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it How you wanna spit it? I don't really get it Givin your woman the power to speak in a minute Speakin about a brotha wanna cover ya motha with the nina but you the only one know I really did it When it come back then you feel low Because everyone know you aint real though Cause them beans you spillin You known for squealin an all you needed was a pillow I shoulda did the dirt, all by my lonely Like Trech say But the company that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech spray Never let no chick I hit get with that homie Cause the next day, she seein right through me Got them lenses on me, like an X-Ray An I'm fed up with these rappers Who be yappin to these groupies They flash them a little coochy Then you blab an try to reduce me And it always come back to me So when I come through strapped with an uzi It aint like "Damn why'd he shoot me?" Usin the nueve name too loosely (Chorus) |
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