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TECH N9NE lyrics : "Pillow Talkin'"

[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne]
If you you see thunda
From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya

When she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep numba
Don't no wake an yappin when she's in a deep slumba
If we share secret

And the scare, was equal to one of us gettin the chair do you swear to keep it (YES)
Meaning that under heat you wouldn't nare leak it
SO when your woman's in you're presence don't you dare speak it

Pillow talkin get you caught up an brought up on charges
Shot up a lot and departed, it's nothin short of !@$!ed
Cause when you say stuff

And then you an your woman break up
You funkin because your mouth wouldn't stay shut
How could you spread that?

Can't believe you said that
Puttin my life in jeapordy definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your lady can make you take a dead nap

Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back

[Chorus]

YOU
Be pillow talkin
You

Don't be pillow talkin (Don't say nothin)
YOU
Be pillow talkin

You
Don't be pillow talkin


[Verse 2 - Scarface]
My advice for ^!$$%s is this
You can never trust no chick

It don't matter how silky the hoe can stroke yo dick
It don't matter how slimy the #~!!@ hole gone get
If a ^!$$% talks to these (*##$es these hoes gone snitch

(SHiiit) I used to $#&@ this (*##$
Had a husband with dope money an I had his snow bunny
Climbin the bed post

Feedin her dog meat
In love with the nine inch, so she steady calls me
Tells me she's leavin, I know the reason

She know where the guns at, the lock box keys an
The floor safe combo
But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news

Knock on the front door
A man in a police suit, a girl with a black tooth (?)
Get to the money she saw him countin in the back room

But it doesn't end hear, the man with the cop suit
Shoots at the (*##$ once, pops an drops dude


[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne]

I can tell you what the problem is
People try to be monogomous
Tell his woman a lot of %#@!

An he thinkiin he got a bottom (*##$
Stop with the sentimental talks at night if you're pillow talkin then you oughtta quit
When the heat comes with the quickness, lookin for the witness man yo broad is it

How you wanna spit it?
I don't really get it
Givin your woman the power to speak in a minute

Speakin about a brotha wanna cover ya motha
With the nina but you the only one know I really did it
When it come back then you feel low

Because everyone know you aint real though
Cause them beans you spillin
You known for squealin an all you needed was a pillow

I shoulda did the dirt, all by my lonely
Like Trech say
But the company that you keep end up bein phony, so the tech spray

Never let no chick I hit get with that homie
Cause the next day, she seein right through me
Got them lenses on me, like an X-Ray

An I'm fed up with these rappers
Who be yappin to these groupies
They flash them a little coochy
Then you blab an try to reduce me
And it always come back to me

So when I come through strapped with an uzi
It aint like "Damn why'd he shoot me?"
Usin the nueve name too loosely

[Chorus]

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