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letra de can't help but lie - where u from? - thrilly

[hook: thrilly]
smokin this gas, it go straight to my lungs
boy you ain’t gang
when we went to your hood they said
they didn’t know where you from
b-tch i ain’t bringing no laser or toting no flash
lil n-gga i’m good with my gun
last n-gga tried to run down, he got hit in the back
we sent him back where he from

[verse: thrilly]
we sent him back where he came
i keep a rack laying right in my left hand
i keep the right just for clutching the cane
i got the gang moving back to back, they toting choppas
you know they sliding wit a k
why all these n-ggas saying that they know me
i ain’t even know you, you ain’t know my name
we don’t talk on the net n-gga, we just slide with that pole tuckеd
back up the chop and that f-ck n-gga froze up
i’m with the gang and wе throwing the 4s up
we in the whip, out this b-tch like it’s forza
remember yall n-ggas used to ignore us
they coming back, but these b-tches just bore us
sorry i got no room in my tour bus (perfect)
[verse: 413 lengman]
i got no room in the back
in this new audi i’m blowing her back
these n-ggas gossip never know the facts
they be popping some perkies tryna knock a cap
cap, snap, pack
to me, it’s all the same i’ll admit it
but this glocky, i swear that it’s fitted
i don’t give no f-cks if you hit on my phone
i swear it’s not you who be up on my dome
like leave me alone, brushin my t–th then i floss like i’m von
shoutout to rodney i swear that’s my dawg
??? be putting me on
like d-mn it, where is my patek
who is that lil b-tch, i swear i done had it
???
and i swear i’mma pull out this glock, he a m-f- rabbit
they be talking, they on my body
shawty look leng, then i swear that it’s ???
she think i love her like juice wrld and lotti
d-mn, paper chasin’ be my hobby
in the spot, it’s just me and my dawgies
me and thrilly is up, now you saying you saw me
said you seen me?
you still deciding weither you wanna be me (haha)
[hook: thrilly]
smokin this gas, it go straight to my lungs
boy you ain’t gang
when we went to your hood they said
they didn’t know where you from
b-tch i ain’t bringing no laser or toting no flash
lil n-gga i’m good with my gun
last n-gga tried to run down, he got hit in the back
we sent him back where he from

- thrilly

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