Haiti Babii – Guala Talk Lyrics

Haiti Babii – Guala Talk Lyrics
Haiti Babii – Guala Talk Lyrics

 

Guala Talk Lyrics By Haiti Babii

I keep knots up in my pocket
Like two braids, I got it locked
Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin’ on the block
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
I need every chain heavy, n****
Bustdown crazy, n****
f*ck I look like ridin’ ’round yo’ team if you ain’t steppin’, n****?

Mr. Big dog Clifford pushin’ big boy packs
Smokin’ kush inside the Lambo’, I got Doja in the cat
If we ridin’ back to back then one of us got a strap
We ain’t playin’ with you n*****, kill f’real, n***** know wa**up
n***** must be smokin’ crystal if they think they funk with us

Nah this ain’t BMF but I like D’s in my belt
Call “1-800-get off my d*ck” and cop a bust down
What you waitin’ on, lil’ shorty? Get your cake up, my woadie
What you waitin’ on, lil’ shorty? Get your cake up, lil’ woadie
What you waitin’ on, lil’ shorty? Get your cake up, n****

I keep knots up in my pocket
Like two braids, I got it locked
Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin’ on the block
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala

As I walk inside the lobby, it’s subjective of me (Mmm)
To go broke ’cause you can’t save yo’ monies, yo’ money (Spend it when I get it, get it, get it)

Pressure make diamonds so it’s diamonds on my pinky ring
I switched up my whole style, but I’m still on my pimpin’
Soon as I move, I euro step, you know we travel heavy
Bringin’ you back in time with no chain, no clothes
No H*es, no shows, I guess that’s how the game goes

I keep knots up in my pocket
Like two braids, I got it locked
Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin’ on the block
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid

Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
I keep knots up in my pocket
Like two braids, I got it locked
Hundred thousand up in jewelry came from grindin’ on the block
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I keep it solid
Yeah, yeah, yeah, run me my guala