Talk Dat Talk Lyrics

“Talk Dat Talk”
Ground Breaking
written by: Randall K. McGriff (BMI)
produced by: Randall K. McGriff
performed by: E.M.B.
[E.M.B.-Chorus:]
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
[E.M.B.-Verse 1:]

I think She like me in the back of the Suburban, I’m telling Diamond to slow it down
Smackin’ ass, grippin’ my dick, ready to put it down
Yeah we fight like animals, arguments lead to better sex
Aggression in the sheets, fo I touch the puss, getting neck
Long story short this a fuck Song
We get it on
When my girl on
I’m getting head, Georgia Dome
Naw this aint for fuck niggas
This for them boys who see it, want it, and get it
They catchin’ feelings, we pivot like naw shawty we can be friends
If you let me hit, I’ll call you again like
Naw shawty, matter fact, get your friends
You, you, and me, we can make this more interesting
[E.M.B.-Chorus:]
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
[E.M.B.-Verse 2:]
Calm it down with my hand on that pretty round
Naw !? I’m a show you how I do it when I come around
Look !? Talk is cheap, I isn’t talking bout a dollar sign
Well !? I’m a whip it in her life then call it dinner time
Yeah !? Hands creasing down her back lookin’ in her eyes
Ok ! Hands Scaling up her legs to her inner thighs
I know she want it cause her body like you wanna touch
I’m looking at the camera smiling like nigga what
Thoughts of a predicate
Fuck like I’m a felon
And I cant get enough
How you walk without a flaw in them
Heels make that ass crease
Shawty you a super freak
Cash no change, ass poppin’ like it print receipts
[E.M.B.-Chorus:]
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
[E.M.B.-Verse 3:]
Second floor, counter top
Me and you, inter lock
Location, warehouse. Call it Santa’s Workshop
I get around, I isn’t talking Tupac
Fingers do thangs, strum your body like a guitar
I’d rather be you N-I-G-G-A
Look I’m into makin’ money, not sittin’ all day
But the way you move that body got a nigga on swole
From them sexy ass lips to them pretty ass toes
I know you steady thinking like I wish a nigga would
You and me, we gone work it like a real freak should
Body to body I get it in, Ace Hood
Tool Man Taylor, Heidi working on that wood
[E.M.B.-Chorus:]
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
Like moths to the flame they flock to the boss
You know how they do when you talk that talk
And uh I’m in that pussy like what
And uh I’m in that pussy like what