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letra de tell you bout - moneybagg yo

[intro]
thinkin’ like, i need a better route than sellin’ dope
got-got-got-got my style, got my flow
and treated the music just like dope, hey

[chorus]
let me tell you ’bout it (tell you what?)
where we comin’ from (where you comin’ from?)
we weren’t always straight (nope)
we weren’t havin’ nothin’ (hey)
let me tell you ’bout it (tell you what?)
how i’m livin’ now (how you livin’, yo?)
cars closed and house (woo)
different women now, yeah (yeah)
i got plenty sh-t that i can’t tell you ’bout (i’m about it)
trap house, junkies runnin’ in and out (d-mn, for real?)
i got plenty sh-t that i can’t tell you ’bout (tell you ’bout)
forever street, but i’m tryna make it out (hey)
[verse 1]
i was thirteen, ridin’ in the car (dope-ass, yeah)
yeah, the motherf-cker stolen (it was)
i’ma go and keep this sh-t a hundred with you (what, like what?)
just like the emoji (uh)
i’m in traffic, i’m wrappin’ the plastic with the steel (woo)
they think a young n-gga rogue, b-tch (woo)
had to do what i had to do, just to pay the bills (i remember that)
might see some bogus (alright)
all-all a n-gga know is run it up (run it up)
hit a l!ck and split the profits up (with who?)
any seen ’til you bread gang (woah)
my n-gga, them on top of everything (yeah)
f-ck with us, you get a headshot (bah)
get the hole in the chest, like you red fox (hahaha)
my life a movie, no red boxes (movies)
pockets on swole, call ’em jill scott (hey)
just moved my mama out the hood
i’m talkin’ ’bout real talk (i’m talkin’ ’bout real sh-t)
take care of my kids, f-ck with my n-ggas
i’m talkin’ ’bout real boss, yeah (i’m talkin’ ’bout real sh-t)
people crowd around (they do), and take pictures now (oh, sh-t)
i’m designer’d down (woo), ooh, i’m drippin’ now (uh)

[chorus]
let me tell you ’bout it (tell you what?)
where we comin’ from (where you comin’ from?)
we weren’t always straight (nope)
we weren’t havin’ nothin’ (hey)
let me tell you ’bout it (tell you what?)
how i’m livin’ now (how you livin’, yo?)
cars closed and house (woo)
different women now, yeah (yeah)
i got plenty sh-t that i can’t tell you ’bout (talk about it)
trap house, junkies runnin’ in and out (d-mn, for real?)
i got plenty sh-t that i can’t tell you ’bout (tell you ’bout)
forever street, but i’m tryna make it out (hey)
[verse 2]
on the road, photoshoots, interviews, that’s what i’ve been on (that’s what i’ve been on)
hard work and plenty dedication what it took me to get on (in this position)
haters talk to me, ’cause they’ll do anythin’ just to get on (p-ssy lil’ n-ggas)
but i lowered up and i ride over, murder sh-t how i get on (skrrt, glock, glock, glock)
just a year ago, slept on the floor, livin’ off hoes (like last winter)
family hit me up needin’ sh-t, i couldn’t tell ’em “no” (couldn’t tell ’em “no”)
thinkin’ like, i need a better route than sellin’ dope (i did)
so i got my style, got my flow (what else?)
and treated the music like dope, hey (hey)
‘member i couldn’t afford weed, now i smoke it out the pound (out the pound)
so in love with the pt, can’t sell an ounce (can’t sell an ounce)
shoutout to everyone that ever helped me down (i f-ck with you)
i told my haters, “no chris brown, look at me now” (hey)

- moneybagg yo

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