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letra de who you gon' tell - 242

[verse 1: sean-michael]
look
ain’t taking no l’s
mayweather st–z
making reads
life goin’ way too swell
i been giving ’em h-ll
drip on my haters all day
my cribbo look like a well
n-gga who you gon tell
everyone know that you fell
off
‘cuz that cappin’ don’t sell
them cards you ain’t dealt
bruh
it’s all fairy tales
that choppa don’t sing like adele
so you can go stop with the back talk
all of that lying on laptops
my city got apple i.t
n-ggas who makin’ the mac talk
oh you pulled up in a audi
you must be talkin’ bout matchbox
she from dubai, and she saudi
know that i’m giving her backshots
now who you gon’ tell
[verse 2 : kang and saint troi]
now who you gon’ tell
and who you gon’ snitch
you pocket-watching like the irs
i been out in the fields
and i play with the best
so you talking that mess
you best say with your chest
yeah

talking to 12
imma start me a conflict
watch what you say
‘cuz i might wanna bomb sh-t
acting all tough
i don’t f-ck with the drama
running your mouth
so i run my revolver

i send her out on a crusade
love me or hate me
you still gon’ get played

at the end of the day
you gon’ die by the blade
imma send you to god
b-tch i hope you can pray
fl!cking them lights
i’m the hash-slinging slasher
if you sing one more time
i’m gon’ start a disaster

if you move like a snitch
b-tch i’m the rat-catcher

i’m the king of the jungle
i take without asking
yeah

[chorus: kang]
who you gon’ tell
if you out in the streets
who you gon’ tell
when they can’t keep the peace
who you gon’ tell
if no one’s gon’ believe
now who you gon’ tell
when they won’t let you breathe
who you gon’ tell
if you out in the streets
who you gon’ tell
when they can’t keep the peace
who you gon’ tell
if no one’s gon’ believe
now who you gon’ tell
when they won’t let you breathe
[verse 3: kang]
lavish living, it’s the
endgame
so when opposition tries to
maintain
a chokehold on our necks, we get
unchained
and turn a n-gga into dust like the
stones came
i make the ladies do soul train
dancing and jigging with champagne
i stack up my tracks
with more plaques
then i’m back in the booth
with a sack and some wax
to my name
that’s the game

[verse 4: saint troi]
now who you gon’ tell
when your face on the ground
and my foot in your face
stomping into the floor
blood gushing out
give a f-ck ’bout the clout
you get punched in the mouth
if you f-cking with moe
she tryna tell me i’m different
she trippin’
i’m dippin’
right after i pass her to bro
know if she breathing
then she for the streets
and the time i’m on demon
that means i’m on go
b-tch!

- 242

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