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letra de tell the truth - babyfxce e

[intro]
yeah
y’all n-ggas gon’ have to understand me on this b-tch
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? (i got brizz on the beat, he go crazy)

[chorus]
ayy, i’m like a mental patient when i’m in the booth (uh-huh)
that lyin’ sh-t get you nowhere, so l’ma tell the truth (on god)
n-gga think he safe behind that pooh, but i can tell it’s you
this college b-tch love to suck us up, she go to lsu
the sh-t i’m doin’ now got me thinkin’ about the past (still)
on my way to school with that sh-t up in my bag
blues and fifties in my pocket, you think i brought the flag
you only live once, can’t die twice, so you ain’t coming back (at all)

[verse]
i was f-cked up for a minute, but i’m coming back (i’m here)
i want him to think that i missed becausе i’m coming back
i told mar i don’t trust these n-ggas around me, so hе brought the strap
it’s another gun up in my car, that’s why i’m jogging back
we ain’t running out (naw)
was born on the northside, was raised on the south, yeah (on god)
almost had some kids, that’s them stains on the couch
couldn’t afford a gun, i got that flame on me now
who wanna bang with me now? (b-tch)
glocky used to be a plain jane, it’s a switchy now (yeah)
i done finally got up in that lane, i ain’t switchin’ out (yeah)
you need me more than i need you, bro, i ain’t missin’ out (f-ck you)
you need money just to beef with n-ggas, bro, i’m richer now
my scat all black (black), my b-tch ass fat (yeah)
n-ggas think that i ain’t ready (f-ck it), my shoes in my bag (b-tch)
part-time mechanic, i got tools in my bag (yeah)
n-gga, i got everything i need, i don’t want for sh-t
n-gga, you don’t need to smoke no weed if you can’t cop a zip
i been chillin’, lettin’ n-ggas breathe, i’m finna pop my sh-t (n-gga)
brake pads on the arp, this b-tch’ll stop a whip
tell bro you better get your girl before that’s not your b-tch (on god)
if i ain’t gettin’ money, then i’m stayin’ out the way (on god)
i told her i’m tryna f-ck, i ain’t finna play no games
i ain’t really worried ’bout them n-ggas, they ain’t got no aim
i ain’t really worried ’bout no n-gga, b-tch, i’m with the gang
new chain, thousand-dollar shoe game (hah)
i was in la playin’ my new sh-t for 2 chainz (sh-t)
i was seein’ titties as a boy like i’m 2 chainz (sh-t)
case a n-gga rob me for one, that’s why i got two flames, n-gga (b-tch)
two guns on me, n-gga (yop), and i’m a two-time felon (what?)
you hidin’ while they shootin’ (uh-huh), i’m runnin’ to a weapon (on god)
finna take the street sign, b-tch we own, the whole mcclellan (f-ck)
call some hoes up to the stu’ just to f-ck after the session
and after that, we ain’t do no texting (uh-uh)
i already f-cked you, now i want your best friend (come on)
n-gga, you can’t chill up in my booth, get a section
always keep a mag up in my pocket for protection
[chorus]
ayy, i’m like a mental patient when i’m in the booth (yeah)
that lyin’ sh-t get you nowhere, so l’ma tell the truth (on god)
n-gga think he safe behind that pooh, but i can tell it’s you (b-tch)
this college b-tch love to suck us up, she go to lsu
the sh-t i’m doin’ now got me thinkin’ about the past (yeah)
on my way to school with that sh-t up in my bag
blues and fifties in my pocket, you think i brought the flag
you only live once, can’t die twice, so you ain’t coming back (at all)

- babyfxce e

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