Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla
Vertaling: BG. Niet Talk To Me.
inside Half of y'all ain't got a car to put leather inside Plus, the smaller the rim, the better the ride! Suckers talk, but I never reply Don't hate,
way above these bitches Ha, if it ain't broke, don't break it A-and if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him Hope I don't look weak 'cause when a wolf
me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But ho's gon' be ho's so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talk to moms, told
don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please
Don't stop.. and another one, and another one Bad Boys 2, the Saga Continues! We won't stop, B.I.G. forever! Let's go..
cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Notorious B.I.G.] + (P. Diddy) In the Comission, you ask for permission to hit 'em He don't like me
you don't want none Zero, ziltch, nada, [Incomprehensible] That shut this through the [Incomprehensible] Now blow out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son Don't you wanna move? Don't
like eighty-nine All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't
see me fall and just timber Bad Boy go home, what y'all don't remember [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Outro - Missy Elliott - talking] C'mon Okay, you found me
me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit, don't ask me
in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't make me
won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit
knob when I aim I don't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for
ain't leavin, so ... Suck yourself! (Suck yourslef!) You don't kill! (You don't kill!) I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't
