I'm Talking Bout (Freestyle) - Digga Famous & StarLevel

Intro This one will make you go on like a dum dup So don't you blum dup Yes Mr. Stevie wonder I met a boy 'round Ed O'sull He said he wanted me to know That he didn't like suits, He didn't like girls, He didn't like going to school But when he said he didn't like Reggae, I just had to loose my cool I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy I met a Man who stopped to chat Told me where he was really at He said he didnt like cars, He didnt like planes, He didnt like anything fast But when he said he didnt like Reggae, In his face i had to laugh I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Crazy, you must be Hook Maybe they were just tired You know, people get restless all the time But i know some way that being tired Can make you talk right out of your mind A lady 99 years young Said you must listen to me son She said i dont like pop, I dont like soul, I dont like rocking and rolling But when she said she didnt like Raggae I lost all of my control I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Hook Maybe they were just angry Tempers get lost far too much But i got the perfect sanity for anger And what if it is, its the reggae tune While talking to my fiancée Making plans for our wedding day She said i dont like John, I dont like Jim, I dont like non of your friends But when she said she didnt like Reggae I knew our love would have to end I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Crazy, you must be I said whatchu talking 'bout? Say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? Say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Crazy, you must be

I finally made it to New York 'cause the public loves me on their screen Back when I lived in Baltimore, life wasn't as kind to me Before the fame, my life was drama, back when I went by Brianna Back when I ain't have a dollar, when I had to make ends meet (God damn!) Bri would try hard to appease Every little-ass demand, I always hated it when she'd Conform to everyone around her, run away just like a coward So I took away her power, now that name is dead to me I killed that bitch Brianna, and with her body went her name So if you see me IRL, don't call me that again (don't call me that shit) The ugly side, the part I hide, lies deep inside of me Wait, did I say me? I'm talking about Bri You asked who Bri is? I don't know her She was way too mediocre No one wants her, motherfuck her baggage Last I heard, she's gettin' meaner Please let me know if you see her I'll try harder, guardin' all her damage I'd rather kill myself than reminisce on who I used to be I'll put a bounty out on every memory someone has of me You ever wish you could erase all that took place and just start clean? Stuck in the past, too much regret, can I go back, please? I sat up straight, I got straight A's, ate all the veggies on my plate And yet, I'm 20, still a dummy, and I'm fuckin' overweight Do you like me, everybody? Look to you for validation You know, lately, I think crazy, I'm convinced everyone hates me Not me, I mean, hates Bri (I'm talking 'bout Bri!) We are two separate entities You asked who Bri is? I don't know her She was way too mediocre No one wants her, motherfuck her baggage Last I heard, she's gettin' meaner Please let me know if you see her I'll try harder, guarding all her damage Now that na-na-na-na-na-name is dead to me I killed that bitch Brianna, and with her body went her name (went her name) So if you see me IRL, don't call me that again (Now that name is dead to me)

Head bangers YEAHHH! YEAHHH! (UHHH UHHH UHHH UHHH) YEAHHH! (UHHH) Gucci mane laflair It's money in the air It's ballin over here It's models over there It's party over there We ballin over here It's gucci mane laflair This song is out of here That's what I'm talkin bout I'm gettin guapped out And I don't swap it out Ya better walk it out Cause if I pull it out There's nothin to talk about This what I'm talkin bout Know what I'm talkin bout They don't give a fuck That's what the fuss about Chickens in the kitchen That's what I'm talkin bout And I'll talk ya out And I'll cross ya out And I'll move ya out That's what I'm talkin bout [CHORUS: x2] 28 inch rims that's what we talkin bout Million just on our jewels that's what we talkin bout Birthday cake for the crew that's what we talkin bout Ya either cash it in or we'll cash ya out Girl we'll getcha drunk And then we'll dog you out Kick you to the curb That's what the boss about Know what I'm talkin bout On some twenty eights That's what I'm talkin bout It's sittin so high I don't see the traffic But I can see the sky I just get the cake But I don't see the pie Walk through the club We don't see tha lines They don't pat us down So they don't see the nines Where I party at Ya know I'm keeping mine Ya know I'm sneakin mine Gotta keep in mind Know what I'm talkin bout That's what I'm talkin bout Whatcha talkin bout So icey bank shop [CHORUS x2] Signed with atlantic Now I'm makin mills Bitch I might Gone off of pills Paint match the wheels The chain match the grill Make a record deal Hundred dollar bills Know what I'm talkin bout You don't know about Pull up to the bank And snatch a hundred out Then smash out To my shawtys house Let's go shoppin shawty That's what I'm talkin bout YYEEAAAHHHH! (PUSSY!) [CHORUS x2]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Wah yeah, talking bout my baby, Talking bout my baby, When she go walking down bourben street, I just can't understand as i walk behind her, She got red hotpants on, She got on a low-neck see through blouse with no brassier on, She shaking like two big old balloons in a hurricane, She got a purple afro, She got her hand on her hip, Better not let her slip? Battering her eyes Looking straight at me yeah, She's battering her eyes And looking straight at me with that sassy saucy look on her face, She's beside me, I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby, Out under the big bright yellow sun, She said i wanna go out on a picnic with you baby, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun