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letra de tell somebody - sboe

these n-gg-s gonna tell somebody
smoke out the kush our n-gg- been tell somebody
my n-gg- pop .. gonna tell somebody

hook:
sboe, y’all n-gg-s better tell somebody
big one, big cuban, you n-gg-s better tell somebody
new all, big phone, y’all n-gg-s better tell somebody
that’s all he n-gg-, y’all n-gg-s better tell somebody
sboe, y’all n-gg-s better tell somebody
big one, big cuby, y’all n-gg-s better tell somebody
new call, new phone, yo n-gg-s better tell somebody
that’s all he n-gg-, y’all n-gg-s better tell somebody

uh, sboe, yall n-gg-s better tell somebody
your b-tch with me, she told me don’t tell n-body
uh, big gun on me, hope i ain’t gotta kill n-body
i got that .. is gonna come and get somebody
new bentley musein n-gg- that sh-t big body,
no i ain’t gif key, but my car cost 300
uh, mic, they know who runnin’
back to back and then fun cars they know who comin’
20 bottles at one table, they know who done it,
she know i got it, i know she want it
she know what’s poppin’, so i know he f-ckin’
oh, ya’ll n-gg-s better tell somebody

in the hood when i pull up, but i hop out like it’s my sh-t,
this n-gg- ain’t flying sh-t,
got ten grams never seen the break,
which you got you ain’t got sh-t,
that roll when you .. main kid,
what your flip i can guarantee that got a couple grants
even flip this, ask your b-tch i’m super wit,
i’ve been flying sh-t, you cut a new to this,
what i got that ap, in this bust out now might let free,
big cubans, old keys n-gg-, 500 gram that’s for little kids
action team, i’ve been real, i’ve been getting .. just a little kid,
day 1 n-gg- still with me, but a young n-gg- so i’m getting a f-ck,
bite around with them old jesus, they know it all get you ..up
big check just came in, boy the tang n-gg- f-ck the tongue the truck,
young og, got the money back or just now on you,
got to bust it up.

travel and gone, deep clever now a fifty hours with that b-tch i get stolen,
you ain’t know it, hope burn on my neck, you on my wrist i’m gone,
i’m from that block but i shoot that cust, my f-ck better .. know it,
her mother f-cking run their .. we ballin’
mad day in the hood we tourin’ since o six .. we’re foreign,
my b-tch move that thing, lake lourain,
he’s the ‘ be on farmas, ‘. five
up and down and now i f-ck .. back to mi,
man luck up chuckin them pies,
i should stick boy .. the time,
i’ll speed the line .. before you get the line.
if you know ’bout tricking them trip,
no else ‘.

- sboe

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