Dance & Talk That Lyrics – Boosie Badazz feat. Zaytoven

Talk a lot of shit

Real boss nigga, I’ll fuck a nigga bitch

Talk that shit but I roll wit’ it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit’ it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit’ it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit’ it

Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up

Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you ’bout to shoot
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you ’bout to shoot
Do the Tallahatchie, do the Talli Talli
Pull your money out your pocket like you’re ready ready
Do the Talli Talli, do the Talli Talli
Uptown where you at? Do the Talli Talli
Do the BG, the BG
Do your dance, hit the whine like BG
Do the BG, the BG
Get that pussy hollerin’ like BG

Now twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans
Work like you from New Orleans

She ain’t got no filter, she ain’t got no filter filter
She ain’t got no filter, she be twerkin’ in the mirror
Big boss shit, everybody drinkin’ liquor
When I’m on the liquor I’m a whole different nigga
When I get fucked up, you might get fucked up
If I swing, bitch, duck, somebody done fucked up
Look at her twerkin’ bad like she got a good fuck
If you plan on tryin’ Boosie, good luck
Bitch, you know what’s up

Talk that shit but I roll wit’ it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit’ it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit’ it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit’ it

Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up

Can you back it up?
I can back it
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Can you back it up?
Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Nigga, can you back it up?
I can back it up
Can you back it up?
Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up?
I can back it

Bitch I can back it up, I’m mackin’ up
All y’all bitches trash as fuck
Bucket to the ceiling, trippin’ bitch that’s what the mask is for
All my partnas bangin’, slangin’, I tell ’em, “What’s brackin’ brah?”
If he ain’t got no goals, then throwin’ fours, that shit ain’t fake stuff
I hang with pretty bitches, who buy riches
Prolly catch them in your kitchen, lock that shit up, moving stickin’
By my money need my chicken, get your nigga out his pension
Shit is wicked, bitch, I need it
I can’t fuck with bottom feeders, bitch

If you got a big ass in them jeans
He a thirsty nigga, go and fill that hoe a drink
If you got a lil’ ass in them pants
Go and run it up, make that nigga spend them bands, bitch