Gunster – People Talk

Letra “Gunster – People Talk” Official Lyrics

Heard you found a knock-off version of me
And your shoes turned to tires, now you’re runnin’ the streets
Everybody knows, ain’t no secret to keep
Different night, different guy wrapped up in your sheets, come on
I been rollin’ through the grapevine
You’re the one that told me we need to take time
Don’t take my absence for weakness
You got your best friend’s boyfriend cheatin’
It’s the way that you were raised
(Oh) believe everything they say
(Woah) 50 shades of throwin’ shade
Dirt up on your name
People talk, that’s what they say
Yeah, people talk, that’s all I’ll say, yeah
Heard you found a knock-off version of me
And your shoes turned to tires, now you’re runnin’ the streets
Everybody knows, ain’t no secret to keep
Different night, different guy wrapped up in your sheets
He said and she said that you get around
I can turn a blind eye, but it’s still the same sound
Rumors like to fly through this one-way town
You built a house of cards and it all fell down
It’s the way that you were raised
(Oh) believe everything they say
(Woah) 50 shades of throwin’ shade
Dirt up on your name
People talk, that’s what they say
Yeah, people talk, that’s all I’ll say, yeah
Heard you found a knock-off version of me
And your shoes turned to tires, now you’re runnin’ the streets
Everybody knows, ain’t no secret to keep
Different night, different guy wrapped up in your sheets
One strike, then two strike, then three strikes, you’re out
Tell your little sister keep my family out her mouth
‘Fore I TMZ a picture of her sister gettin’ nailed
Damn, you brought the old me back
You think a TikTok comment’s finna hold me back?
Lust over trust, guess you showed me that
And this a different type of verse, I got a whole twelve bars
I saw you sittin’ at the light, you’re in the same damn car
Tell your mama that I’m sorry, I just had to tell the truth
I been goin’ through some things when I’m trackin’ in the booth
Because of you (because of you)
‘Cause you were gettin’ it in
Behind the five-percent tint with all my friends
People talk, that’s what they say
Yeah, people talk, that’s all I’ll say, yeah
Heard you found a knock-off version of me
And your shoes turned to tires, now you’re runnin’ the streets
Everybody knows, ain’t no secret to keep
Different night, different guy wrapped up in your sheets

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