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letra de tell the truth - cross country gang

(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never slid on nun yo opps
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never popped no gun you got
(tell the truth) n-gga you be really lyin’ in them verses
if you woulda tried to sneak me in that club i woulda burned you
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never slid on nun yo opps
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never popped no gun you got
(tell the truth) n-gga you be really lyin’ in them verses
if you woulda tried to sneak me in that club i woulda burned you

boy you ain’t never slid or did a thing to us
fight or shoot it out
don’t givе a f-ck it ain’t no thing to us
we pay no attention to a buster boy go pay for sum’
postеd in the house just made twelve hunnid i get paid for nun
i just pour a line inside my sprite i like to keep it light
the 4 was way to much the deuce was straight but it’ll keep me right
gotta keep my focus on my goals i barely sleep at night
pistol by my pillow cause i know these n-ggas creep at night
i just f-cked this n-gga baby mama she like different d-ck
wasn’t really cute but i was drunk you know how sh-t can get
cracked her while she wear his football jersey yea this b-tch a fan
dude keep talkin talkin crazy ima f-ck around and spin again
i been on my i don’t give a f-ck don’t give a f-ck who care
slide down on a p-ssy let it go don’t give a f-ck who there
tell the truth yo temp don’t be the same when me and bro be there
boy tell the truth yo dawg got locked away you ain’t send none in there
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never slid on nun yo opps
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never popped no gun you got
(tell the truth) n-gga you be really lyin’ in them verses
if you woulda tried to sneak me in that club i woulda burned you
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never slid on nun yo opps
(tell the truth) n-gga you ain’t never popped no gun you got
(tell the truth) n-gga you be really lyin’ in them verses
if you woulda tried to sneak me in that club i woulda burned you

tell the truth man
i swear to god u don’t wanna test me
way i can cook with either hand woulda thought i was a lefty
often home alone both my mom and pops had left me
now i’m on my own stackin’ up gettin’ hefty
don’t ever try n disrespect me if you wanna keep breathing
it’s me and the team gettin’ money all season
don’t look at me odd i don’t like to get even
they wanna see us fall someone tell em’ we ain’t leavin’
huhhh
it ain’t a thang to us
when i catch a body i don’t need to do no angel dust
pistol by my side just incase they try to aim at us
careful with ya life this type of life style dangerous

- cross country gang

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