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Artiste : Doechii
Titre : Beverly Hills
(It´s done, it´s dead)
(I´m not hitting him up anymore)
Talk that shit, I´ma talk it
Get your shit ´fore I walk in
No more fits, ´bout to lock in

Had that grip and you lost it
Talk that shit, I´ma talk it
Get your shit ´fore I walk in
No more fits, ´bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost

Seg off
Waking up to piss all in the bathroom
(Straight up, yeah)
Thinking ´bout another life without you
(Better, yeah)
You never really were my type
(Straight up, yeah)
Let me talk my shit tonight

Talk that shit, I´ma talk it (Yeah)
Get your shit ´fore I walk in (Okay)
No more fits, ´bout to lock in (Yeah)

Had that grip and you lost it (You lost)
Talk that shit, I´ma talk it (I talk)
Get your shit ´fore I walk in (Now walk in)
No more fits, ´bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it
(Let me talk my shit tonight)

To be so argumentative
I´d rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (You know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live"
And I won´t
Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I´m just interpreting feels
It´s hard

It´s hard, so hard, so hard, oh

You must be mad if you think I´ma laugh
At the shit-ass jokes that you´re talkin´
You should be glad I ain´t breakin´ the glass
That you broke last year for my birthday
I do big things, I got big plans (Mm)
I got big dreams, need a real man (Mm)
You down real bad if you think I´ma not talk
Talk how I walk that walk, too broke

To be so argumentative
I´d rather cut you off somewhere in Beverly Hills (You know)
Recognize who you is
You missing out on, "We could compromise where we live" (Live)
And I won´t

Try to brag in your will
But every time you speak I´m just interpreting feels (Feels)
It´s hard
It´s hard, so hard, so hard, oh

Sick of (Yeah)
Tossin´ over crumbs in my silk sheets (Straight up)
You think about another girl, not me (Straight up)
I never really was your type (Was I?)
But, baby, talk your shit tonight

Talk that shit, I´ma talk it
Get your shit ´fore I walk in
No more fits, ´bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it

Talk that shit, I´ma talk it (Talk, talk)
Get your shit ´fore I walk in (Walk, walk)
No more fits, ´bout to lock in (Lock in)
Had that grip and you lost it (To world)
(Let me talk my shit tonight)

And every sigh is a sign of the times
Find time to get high
Get away from a bad vibe
A fine line
´Tween a hoe and a dime
I´d die if I tried
Being caught on your sidelines
You drive by
On the car that I bought
You get by
On the way that I walk (Walk)
You´re down bad

If you think I´ma not talk
Talk how I walk
Gotta walk that walk slow

You don´t (You don´t)
No more fits, ´bout to lock in
Had that grip and you lost it (And I won´t, and I won´t)
Talk that shit, I´ma talk it
Get your shit ´fore I walk in (It´s hard)
No more fits, ´bout to lock in (Lock in)
Had that grip and you lost, lost, lost