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letra de tell 'em - jokesa

[hook: goodman, jokesa]
ima tell ‘em what i’ve been doin’ since birth
if they can’t handle that then i’ll put them in a he-rs-
b-tch you don’t get it we different from the rest of y’all
keep on dissin’ b-tches, o.gs here and we’ll neva fall
ima tell ‘em what i’ve been doin’ since birth
if they can’t handle that then i’ll put them in a he-rs-
b-tch you don’t get it we different from the rest of y’all
keep on dissin’ b-tches, o.gs here and we’ll neva fall

[verse 1: goodman]
skrrtin’ in a beat up civic, drivin’ round compton
in a game where you don’t chose, runnin’ outta options
thought my life was so huge, but it turned out rotten
say i neva had to struggle, f-cka it ain’t forgotten
i’ll f-ckin’ buck you where you stand, slap yo b-tch first hand
time was moving really quick, had me fallin’ through the sand
yeah i felt real sick, but my name still expand
fresha finna tell em’, we just don’t- give a d-mn
[hook: goodman, jokesa]
ima tell ‘em what i’ve been doin’ since birth
if they can’t handle that then i’ll put them in a he-rs-
b-tch you don’t get it we different from the rest of y’all
keep on dissin’ b-tches, o.gs here and we’ll neva fall
ima tell ‘em what i’ve been doin’ since birth
if they can’t handle that then i’ll put them in a he-rs-
b-tch you don’t get it we different from the rest of y’all
keep on dissin’ b-tches, o.gs here and we’ll neva fall

[verse 2: jokesa]
you don’t know nothing bout stackin’ ki’s n makin doe
haters can’t relate when we speak about being low
i was at my lowest, all my money goin to my rent
f-ckin’ bills through the roof, knockin’ till i get ’em sent
sellin’ on the corner handin’ mixes on the side
man a lot of homies actin’ different, hope they here to ride
lot of homies switchin’, got they’re blades causin’ my demise
hope it ain’t the case, cuz i can see through them lies

[verse 3: goodman, jokesa]
if you ain’t here to stay, i’ll pop you n leave you out
in my life you just a stain, what the f-ck you talkin’ bout
leave you out in the rain, in the end you’ll f-ckin’ pout
sorry bout that sh-t mane, we doin’ it without a doubt
we was on the come up, do the most fore i run up
lil b-tch, we gon’ gun up, west coast- where i grown up
f-cka i cannot be bothered, so i’ll put a cap in yo ass
we keepin’ it real, got to bust yo ass really fast

- jokesa

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