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Bro Talk (feat. Chamellion) Video (MV)




Performed By: TWENTY
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Sakhari Smith




TWENTY - Bro Talk (feat. Chamellion) Lyrics
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Boi this sound like that gah damn
Think i need to let her go
I was right
Sayless, lets ride
Think i gotta let her go
I can't
It was hard to find her
Nigga what you mean so what
You ain never been close or around her
Gang you finna piss me off cus the roles were flipped i'd be quiet
Exactly so please shut up so i can tell you how I found her
It was day time i was in the A chillin
Grabbing me a plate from that nigga Big Willis
Ain even notice luh shawty
God her body
I had to tell her she too pretty
She looked at me & said boi you handsome
Asked for her number she ain hold it for ransom
Was finna go bout my day until she asked me
"Hey, You got plans hun?"
Like Damn
Look at Saleemah's first grandson
He smooth with his words he not tongue tied
He be keepin it real won't tell no lies
Gah damn
I remember them days i ain get no love
Now im stickin my dick in they damn guts
Shawty weak in the knees off one touch
Ooooooweeeeee
Lemme get back to the story
We walked to car
Side eyein her frame
I can't even lie i was horny
Issa stallion in my whip
She ask for sum music
I cut on sum Tory
We get to laughin in this bitch
I switch up the vibe i put on sum Skooly
Now we ridin down 285
I'm blowin big dope
Asked shawty if she want sum
She told me she don't smoke
She said that she good tho cus i had down the window
I had on that shit that Joe be makin call it Simple
Guess what happen nigga when we pulled up to my
Aye hold up twin
I was just f*cking with a girl thas on the exact same wave
Thas crazy
She wanna go to Atlanta we pull up to Ponce City Market
She said that she was just callin and textin my phone and i told her i forgot my charger
I told luh shawty don't come over here naggin and shit
You tryna act like my bitch
That don't even sound like the type of bitch i was fw but ight
I took luh shawty to go private shoppin
Go to Atlanta we ride helicopters
Notice she puttin that shit on
We taking pictures she look like a model
Baby don't do that lil kid shit we grown
She riding passenger singin my song
She hit the hair salon braids lookin long
I hit her friend but we still get along
She got that natural skin
No she don't need make up
I had to tell you twin cus you kno you my boa
She actin crazier and I'm actin crazy
We go to the spot and she wet like tha navy
I walked in the spot and im closin tha windows
Don't need all tha talkin from her nosy neighbors
Damn twin yall niggas nasty ainnit
I'm saying
Shid i feel you tho twin yk i feel you nigga gah damn
Aye
Na this shit is kinda wild tho like
On God
Shit i guess this how it be when ya gah damn P out here
Nigga Playa fasure
Shit i guess bruh gah damn
Wait you said shawty don't smoke but i know shawty got a coke body
I had to hit up my folk it was one helluva night
Gah damn twin just chill out twin just chill out that's my bitch that's my bitch
You got yo bitch you got yo bitch this my bitch gah damn
Yk it's all love nigga yk talk yo shit
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Boi this sound like that gah damn
Think i need to let her go
I was right
Sayless, lets ride
Think i gotta let her go
I can't
It was hard to find her
Nigga what you mean so what
You ain never been close or around her
Gang you finna piss me off cus the roles were flipped i'd be quiet
Exactly so please shut up so i can tell you how I found her
It was day time i was in the A chillin
Grabbing me a plate from that nigga Big Willis
Ain even notice luh shawty
God her body
I had to tell her she too pretty
She looked at me & said boi you handsome
Asked for her number she ain hold it for ransom
Was finna go bout my day until she asked me
"Hey, You got plans hun?"
Like Damn
Look at Saleemah's first grandson
He smooth with his words he not tongue tied
He be keepin it real won't tell no lies
Gah damn
I remember them days i ain get no love
Now im stickin my dick in they damn guts
Shawty weak in the knees off one touch
Ooooooweeeeee
Lemme get back to the story
We walked to car
Side eyein her frame
I can't even lie i was horny
Issa stallion in my whip
She ask for sum music
I cut on sum Tory
We get to laughin in this bitch
I switch up the vibe i put on sum Skooly
Now we ridin down 285
I'm blowin big dope
Asked shawty if she want sum
She told me she don't smoke
She said that she good tho cus i had down the window
I had on that shit that Joe be makin call it Simple
Guess what happen nigga when we pulled up to my
Aye hold up twin
I was just f*cking with a girl thas on the exact same wave
Thas crazy
She wanna go to Atlanta we pull up to Ponce City Market
She said that she was just callin and textin my phone and i told her i forgot my charger
I told luh shawty don't come over here naggin and shit
You tryna act like my bitch
That don't even sound like the type of bitch i was fw but ight
I took luh shawty to go private shoppin
Go to Atlanta we ride helicopters
Notice she puttin that shit on
We taking pictures she look like a model
Baby don't do that lil kid shit we grown
She riding passenger singin my song
She hit the hair salon braids lookin long
I hit her friend but we still get along
She got that natural skin
No she don't need make up
I had to tell you twin cus you kno you my boa
She actin crazier and I'm actin crazy
We go to the spot and she wet like tha navy
I walked in the spot and im closin tha windows
Don't need all tha talkin from her nosy neighbors
Damn twin yall niggas nasty ainnit
I'm saying
Shid i feel you tho twin yk i feel you nigga gah damn
Aye
Na this shit is kinda wild tho like
On God
Shit i guess this how it be when ya gah damn P out here
Nigga Playa fasure
Shit i guess bruh gah damn
Wait you said shawty don't smoke but i know shawty got a coke body
I had to hit up my folk it was one helluva night
Gah damn twin just chill out twin just chill out that's my bitch that's my bitch
You got yo bitch you got yo bitch this my bitch gah damn
Yk it's all love nigga yk talk yo shit
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Writer: Sakhari Smith
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