1997 Diana Lyrics - Brockhampton

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, yay! 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more 

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Kiss the shoulder, hop in the Corolla 

These bitches talkin' shit like the bottom of porta-potties 

Bright ass yellow teeth, you a shit talker 

Gossip, legs movin' like a salsa dancer 

Drunk, fallin' out ya car like a flaccid dick 

Aww man, god damn 

What the fuck wrong with ya? 

Say it to my face pussy-ass boy 

Need an Altoid for your hot breath 

Like a hot mess, pop your biceps 

Cue the roid rage 

I think I got like five more albums inside my mind 

This that shit, that do or die 

Make your grandmama cry 

Keep some baggy jeans on me 

Keep a Billie Jean on me 

Got that New Orleans on me 

Smellin' like a queen to ya 

Photos 

Cu-cu-cucumber lemonade 

I need something fresh today 

Barber make the texture fade 

Actin' out like it's charades 

Strawberry sweater fleece 

Baby give me something sweet 

We don't gotta be discrete 

Moonwalking between the seats 

Hit on that beat and then stop 

Hop on that booty like who the hell cutie 

Like I don't know cootie 

My momma ain't raise no bitch ass 

Ain't no kiss ass, ain't no- 

Get the fuck out of my face now *burp* 

Get the fuck out of my way now 

You are so far off my level 

Stop! 

In the barber shop with my niggas (ay) 

I ain't never soft with my nigga (ay) 

I ain't never copy no nigga (ay) 

So quit talkin', bitch nigga (quit yo talkin', bitch) (ay) 

Ay, I wanna buy a Jeep (ay) 

That's my energy 

Trilogy, that's history 

Southside baby rest in peace! 

Uh, lordy lordy, testify, yeah 

Got explosives in my mind, yeah 

Search for feelings I can't find, yeah 

I'm a ghost because I grind, yeah 

Made a deal with Father Time, yeah 

Told me "Find a way to shine", yeah 

"I can make you live forever 

All you gotta do is dance until you die", yeah 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop (quit) talking shit and give us more, more 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop (quit) talking shit and give us more, more 

Niggas talk shit, talk a whole lot of shit 

Need to stop talking shit and give us more, more 

Ahh! 

Five, four, three, two, one, yay!