Talk It Lyrics - Asap Ferg

[Verse 1] 

All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat 

To talk about oppression 

That's repressin' my peeps 

Ride around in that green hooptie 

With my Uncle T 

NWA blastin', we screamin' "fuck the police" (fuck 'em) 

Cause they don't give two shits about me 

I mean we when I say Ferguson they talk about me 

Little brown, Mike Brown 

Shot down in Missouri 

They keep us in misery 

And get a desk job when the coroner leave 

They don't even take they badge, a racist act 

Just take a president to make 'em black 

Hope that we live in bliss 

And take a nap to create with the same brush that paint the past 

Cause it's still the same shit 

We don't run [?] finna help 

Cause you know we bound to get hit 

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[Hook 1] 

All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat 

To talk about these hatin' motherfuckers 

Talkin' 'bout me 

All I ever wanted was a Clams Casino beat 

To talk about these hatin' motherfuckers 

Talkin' 'bout me 

[Verse 2] 

Let's talk about hate 

Hate in the game 

Be the same niggas that you made your friend 

You give me a beat, they ain't play it then 

Then you run around town like you made my name 

Showed you nothin' but love 

Somethin' strange deranged 

Just wanted to see and make some change 

What about old friends that claim I change 

I ain't change, I'm grown about my change 

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[Hook 2] 

All I needed was a Clams Casino beat 

To talk about these loyal fans 

That be talkin' 'bout me 

All I needed was a Clams Casino beat 

To talk about these loyal fans 

That be talkin' 'bout me 

[Verse 3] 

Let's talk about fans 

Are they fake or real? 

They happy when you make the deal 

They build you up to make the kill 

To break you down, and claim you ain't real 

"Why you do songs with these pop icons 

Oh he moved on, dreamed the pay-off 

Fly state to state, two white girls in his arms 

Mr. Hollywood don't like us no more" 

Nah, that's a lie 

I like any girl with eyes, cutie pies 

Fat ass, sumo thighs 

Any complexion, girl you could be mine 

I love the fans who truly mine 

Respect the come-up, the Fergie grind 

Man art can be art sometimes 

Might fuck around and do a song with Bruno Mars 

[Musical Outro]