Tell N Die
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๐ Lyrics
(Trap)
(Kid, A for lit, B, so you know we fuckin' with it)
You wanna fuck on a kid back then
Now you don't go 'cause you see them licks
Too many players for me to be broke
I know some young niggas that ain't got shit
She dressed to impress, she 'bout wanna fuck me
The way that you walk, you know you the shit
Took a lil' minute for me to fuck
The way that you talkin', you know you the shit
If you love me like I love you
Drive these boys back to Montgomery
If they pull, you just don't panic
Show you nervous, somethin' you don't do (I'm God)
Don't be too deep at the spot
Lil' bro broke, still call him shottas
Nigga won't respect no money
Ever tell you'll ever die (I'm God)
Really turned the quarter to a hunnid
Have you ever done it?
I be doin' fine when I bounce
You ain't gotta front me
Ain't no way your album on the chart
You still servin' Jackie
He up on the neck, mad at himself
He ain't got no money
Take it out on everybody
They gon' cross yo' head 'bout me
My bitch, she raw, ill-hearted
I still go Chanel shopping
Two racks on some tennis shoes
Lil' pocket got dead bodies
3K for a pint of lean
I still bump yo' ho's toe
You wanna fuck on a kid back then
Now you don't go 'cause you see that I'm lit
Too many players for me to be broke
I know some young niggas that ain't got shit
She dressed that pretty, she might wanna fuck
The way that you walk, you know you the shit
Took a lil' minute for me to fuck
The way that you talkin', you know you the shit
I told the bitch I just wanna fuck
She really want on somebody to love her
Every time I hit, I probably love that pussy
Keep callin', keep givin' me a truck
She ain't never fine for the shit I be sayin'
She let you hit her, she know you a sucker
Lil' bitch bad, might give her a band
If she don't shake her dick, I'ma give her two hunnid
I give her rockstar lifestyle
Probably be up five days out the week
Ain't no play with my nose, I don't grind
But every time she see a young nigga, he geek
Addin' some fast shit to the fleet
All these cars in the driveway ain't mine
Took my lil' quickie, bitch, sip on some wine
Freaky lil' bitch, thank you for her wife (shit, shit, shit, shit)
(Talked to bitch, I owe her a car, I owe her a car, I owe her a car)
(Kid, A for lit, B, so you know we fuckin' with it)
You wanna fuck on a kid back then
Now you don't go 'cause you see them licks
Too many players for me to be broke
I know some young niggas that ain't got shit
She dressed to impress, she 'bout wanna fuck me
The way that you walk, you know you the shit
Took a lil' minute for me to fuck
The way that you talkin', you know you the shit
If you love me like I love you
Drive these boys back to Montgomery
If they pull, you just don't panic
Show you nervous, somethin' you don't do (I'm God)
Don't be too deep at the spot
Lil' bro broke, still call him shottas
Nigga won't respect no money
Ever tell you'll ever die (I'm God)
Really turned the quarter to a hunnid
Have you ever done it?
I be doin' fine when I bounce
You ain't gotta front me
Ain't no way your album on the chart
You still servin' Jackie
He up on the neck, mad at himself
He ain't got no money
Take it out on everybody
They gon' cross yo' head 'bout me
My bitch, she raw, ill-hearted
I still go Chanel shopping
Two racks on some tennis shoes
Lil' pocket got dead bodies
3K for a pint of lean
I still bump yo' ho's toe
You wanna fuck on a kid back then
Now you don't go 'cause you see that I'm lit
Too many players for me to be broke
I know some young niggas that ain't got shit
She dressed that pretty, she might wanna fuck
The way that you walk, you know you the shit
Took a lil' minute for me to fuck
The way that you talkin', you know you the shit
I told the bitch I just wanna fuck
She really want on somebody to love her
Every time I hit, I probably love that pussy
Keep callin', keep givin' me a truck
She ain't never fine for the shit I be sayin'
She let you hit her, she know you a sucker
Lil' bitch bad, might give her a band
If she don't shake her dick, I'ma give her two hunnid
I give her rockstar lifestyle
Probably be up five days out the week
Ain't no play with my nose, I don't grind
But every time she see a young nigga, he geek
Addin' some fast shit to the fleet
All these cars in the driveway ain't mine
Took my lil' quickie, bitch, sip on some wine
Freaky lil' bitch, thank you for her wife (shit, shit, shit, shit)
(Talked to bitch, I owe her a car, I owe her a car, I owe her a car)