Small talk

by tilisha   Apr 26, 2005


You yappin’ wit dat small talk
Hoppin’ wit dat fake walk
Watch ya step ya finna fall
You aint even got it all

Spittin’ wit dat sorry game
It’z sad dat you don’t know it’s lame
Ya words need to be rearranged
Don’t try to hard ‘n’ strain ya brain

fakin' on some otha phone
The cloz you wearin’ you don’t own
No job but you swear you grown
Got some cash, but it’z a loan

Think you hard cuz you got cha crew
But the flow you usin’ aint workin’ fa you
Sorry boy but ya rap is thru
So far how it’z goin’ I caint be ya boo

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