letra de tellme (all plats) - kasean
lyrics:
tell me how i get this money
bad hoe, tryna suck up go dummy
n-ggas suck, ain’t nothing funny
black out, black out, ain’t no runnin’
new gen 5 my shooter clutching
oxy codeine, fill my st-
choppa a pedophile, b-tch, tryna touch him
twin up three hats, ion’ do bluffin’
know i’m top one, b-tch, i run this
real deal swag, b-tch, ain’t no fronting
b-tch, i might just dunk like lebron in this sh-t
i’m tryna dunk, give a f-ck bout the rim
i’m too up, give a f-ck bout a b-tch
duck your head, b-tch, it’s shoot or get hit
duck your head, tryna hit all his limbs
gen 5 b-tch, tryna get split
i don’t work out b-tch, my pockets not thin
stay with my slime, know that’s my kin
you not my brother, don’t call me yo twin
you get no money, don’t call me yo twin
overly going, gon’ f-ck on this b-tch
f-ck all the high-rise skrt in a benz
n-ggas so see-through, n-gga, i see you
n-ggas switch up when they see a lil band
i’m in the trap and i’m rocking evisu
i’m in the trap with my motherf-ckin’ mans
bad b-tch, bеat sh-t up
762, tryna eat n-ggas up
i’m so high, n-ggas seeing stuff
you want that motherf-cking feat, n-gga, pay up
too many hoеs, b-tches call me a player
i could just score on that b-tch like a layup
n-gga facade, it’s cap it’s made up
broke-ass b-tch, boy, go get your pape up
i might just slide on his b-tch, tryna lay up
i made a hunnid bands off of the wakeup
if f-ckboys got a problem, then say something
if f-ckboys got a problem, then k up
tell me how i get this money
bad hoe, tryna suck up go dummy
n-ggas suck, ain’t nothing funny
black out, black out, ain’t no runnin’
new gen 5 my shooter clutching
oxy codeine, fill my st-
choppa a pedophile, b-tch, tryna touch him
twin up three hats, ion’ do bluffin’
know i’m top one, b-tch, i run this
real deal swag, b-tch, ain’t no fronting
b-tch, i might just dunk like lebron in this sh-t
i’m tryna dunk, give a f-ck bout the rim
i’m too up, give a f-ck bout a b-tch
duck your head, b-tch, it’s shoot or get hit
duck your head, tryna hit all his limbs
gen 5 b-tch, tryna get split
i don’t work out b-tch, my pockets not thin
stay with my slime, know that’s my kin
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