Dirty Talk - Wynter Gordon

Uh I guess it's that time, huh? Montana And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh) That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it) And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want (coke boys, south bronx) And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo) But I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan) And I'll use you as a warning sign (mac & cheese 5, ah) That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye) Get ready to rumble (haan) Woo Bye-bye-bye Ay, ay-ay-ay Montana Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it Fresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'? Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'? Haan, man, I had to do it My mom's welfare, my pops blew it Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?) Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever) You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap) Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though) Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash And that was '08, every summer, different hit Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick What you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute Mister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty But yeah, you right, New York never played my record I went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember) (And Chinx is way better than you) Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy Dawg, he was supposed to me (And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?) I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist We in the two percentile when it come to writers Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile Can't say I done that, but many artists French Montana, he one of those motherfuckers No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York) thank you Clearly you're in the country doing something, yeah Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius, to me he's kind of like a mob He always knew the business, you know what I'm sayin' he's kinda like Putting him and his people against like the other This young untouchable mob boss from New York, New York

You know I can't stop thinking 'Bout the way I know you been thinkin' 'bout us I can feel that tension Hanging by a thread on the tip of your tongue We been dancing 'round this way too long, uh Baby, who are we kidding, yeah We got a lot to talk about Like how your eyes look lonely And how I could stare forever I kinda want your hands up on me We got a lot to talk about We both know what we're playing with If we put our lips together I wanna speak your body language We got a lot to talk about We got a lot to talk about, aww It's the late nights drinking Staying out later than the rest of our friends It's the conversation Going on between us, never getting to the end It's how I call you up on your way home, yeah Baby, who are we kidding We got a lot to talk about Like how your eyes look lonely And how I could stare forever I kinda want your hands up on me We got a lot to talk about We both know what we're playing with If we put our lips together I wanna speak your body language We got a lot to talk about We got a lot to talk about, aww I don't wanna fight And you don't wanna fight it no more now See, I don't wanna fight it And you don't wanna fight it We got a lot to talk about Like how your eyes look lonely And how I could stare forever I kinda want your hands up on me We got a lot to talk about We both know what we're playing with If we put our lips together I wanna speak your body language We got a lot to talk about yeah We got a lot to talk about oh-oh We got a lot to talk about We do, oh yeah We got a lot to talk about We got a lot to talk about

Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (come on, man) Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, uh, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down 50-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right here Real twizzy shit right here (real twizzy shit right here) You guys don't know 'bout it Jump out at the show (uh, I'm working on dying), jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX) 'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truck Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Headin' number one up on these charts Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what? A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey) I went and painted the Benz I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother My slime, my twizzy, my mom I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it I don't wanna hear 'bout none And the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls-Royce, yeah, with the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top, it's the time of month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo) How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon' talk to the lead (huh?) I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said, huh (woo) Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (woo, woo, woo) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes', huh (woo, woo, woo) You ain't even made no money, yeah, don't make no sense, huh (woo, woo, woo) I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again Jump out at the show (uh, I'm working on dying), jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX) 'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truck Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Headin' number one up on these charts Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what? A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey) I went and painted the Benz I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother My slime, my twizzy, my mom I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it I don't wanna hear 'bout none And the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls-Royce, yeah, with the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top, it's the time of month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo) How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon' talk to the lead (huh?) I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said, huh (woo) Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (woo, woo, woo) And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes', huh (woo, woo, woo) You ain't even made no money, yeah, don't make no sense, huh (woo, woo, woo) I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta