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letra de tell me what u want - iso indies

[intro: iso indies]
iso (iso)

[chorus: iso indies]
tell me what it is (tell me what it is)
what you want from me (what you want from me)
what you want from me (what you want from me)
tell me what it is
don’t tell me what it ain’t
they tried to throw salt
it just made the pressure raise
goin’ through a phase
gotta get myself out it
don’t talk about it, boy, they said you gotta be about it
so i be tryna face the world head on
front seat ridin’, crusin’ down to meadows
pedal to the metal
cool breeze, blowin’ down the windows
calm trees, blowin’ trees, give that boy some headroom
[verse 1: conchezyout]
on that interstate in traffic, but i swerve out (swеrve)
so what’s moods for the night, what’s the word now? (what’s thе word?)
what’s the links? hit me up, we could go now (we could go)
i got h-lla pieces, she gotta h-lla features
get me h-lla geeked up, she be blowin’ shisha
reefer on me lao, hope them boys don’t creep up
i don’t know a thing if you do not speak up
in my own world, i don’t try to [?]

[verse 2: dillmatic]
girl, tell me what you want
don’t be tryna front, like i ain’t what you want
i ain’t here to stunt
let me take you out for lunch
i’ma get you drunk, yeah, feelin’ on your buns
l!cks and a blunt
i got ash in my cup
all these girls showin’ up, but i don’t give a f-ck, ’cause you the one i want
girl, you the one i want (you the one i want)
girl, you the one i want (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: conchezyout]
ay, ay, come and show me, love, yeah
shorty wanna be a rider
and i’m feelin’ high, can’t deny it
she a bad, your name maya
and when i see ’em, man, she look fire
she got me feelin’ higher than the sour
so i’m tryna feel high, feel inside her
i ask her what she doin’, she like “nada”
say she just chillin’, ’bout to get up in the shower
i said, “aight, cool, i’ma beat her in an hour”
i just wanna live like hakuna and matata
i ain’t got no time for no baby mama drama
all about my commas, my lettuce, no tomatoes
n-ggas always braggin’ what they got up in they wallet
ain’t no really tellin’ if we’ll live to see tomorrow
get it on my own, i ain’t really tryna borrow
so i stay fly, gotta dress up in designer, designer (yeah)
[chorus: iso indies]
tell me what it is (tell me what it is)
what you want from me (what you want from me)
what you want from me (what you want from me)
tell me what it is
don’t tell me what it ain’t
they tried to throw salt
it just made the pressure raise
goin’ through a phase
gotta get myself out it
don’t talk about it, boy, they said you gotta be about it
so i be tryna face the world head on
front seat ridin’, crusin’ down to meadows
pedal to the metal
cool breeze, blowin’ down the windows
calm trees, blowin’ trees, give that boy some headroom

- iso indies

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