letra de honesty - skinnyboi cj
[intro]
i tell the truth, i tell the truth
skinnyboi, n—-
[chorus]
n—- keep talkin’ that sh-t, pull up wit’ sticks, f-ck all that verbal abuse
content creators ain’t shootin’ nothin’ but fl!cks, go put that bl!cky to use
none of my dawgs got owners, we pull up on ya’, hot sh-t, we let it loose
know that he mad, got his hoe in a headlock, heard lil’ mama said that i was cute
doo-doo-doo, come straight out the roof
go out wit’ a bang, ain’t talkin’ bout her, got big extensions, bih go “boom”
uh, we ’bout four deep in the backseat, can barely move ’cause we ain’t got room
turn a all-white party red, come dumpin’ lead, opps be like “what the h-ll i do?”
[verse]
say you can’t go, but you already went
yo’ hoе in the spot and she givin’ consent
got that hoе bent inside of a tent
i got a glock on my switch, i mean switch on my glock, my bad, you know what i meant
pulled up like “uhn-uhn, ah!” n—-, ah, godd-mn, stop [?]
i say, young n—- move that dough
i put a house on the ring of my hoe
only thing i wanna hear from a lame ass [pet?] is “twin, what you want from the store?”
r-really on that, but you don’t gotta know
tryna get these racks, got a long way to go
my b-tch say “huh?” when i say “no”
only got like ten, go get yo’ toast
stick get to bappin’, i let ’em have it
send that boy over the sun like a daddy
i’m off a addy, b-tch, send the addy
i’m tryna pull up on my little baddie
uhh, bounce out from the drac’, make a n—- panic
i could do a trick with the stick, make ’em vanish
kiss the glock before i shoot, romantic
know what i do, yeah, n—-s on the loose
and i can’t even trip, got glizzy on my hip
pulled up on ’em, make em dip
reckless drivin’, whip got flipped
stick gon’ bend you like a crip
self defense, i get you r.i.p.’d (skinnyboi, n—-)
[chorus]
n—- keep talkin’ that sh-t, pull up wit’ sticks, f-ck all that verbal abuse
content creators ain’t shootin’ nothin’ but fl!cks, go put that bl!cky to use
none of my dawgs got owners, we pull up on ya’, hot sh-t, we let it loose
know that he mad, got his hoe in a headlock, heard lil’ mama said that i was cute
doo-doo-doo, come straight out the roof
go out wit’ a bang, ain’t talkin’ bout her, got big extensions, bih go “boom”
uh, we ’bout four deep in the backseat, can barely move ’cause we ain’t got room
turn a all-white party red, come dumpin’ lead, opps be like “what the h-ll i do?”
[outro]
yeah, now what he do?
skinnyboi, n—-
uh, uh, ayy, uh, uh, uh
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