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letra de tell em how you feel - velow

[intro]
(stop it, tilla)

[verse 1]
f-ck that n-gga, i know he rattin’
f-ck all that talking, you see him, just blast him
that boy ain’t like that, i told you, “don’t gas him”
he only with us to look like he active
f-ck the police, i hate ’em with a passion
i put some ice on my pinky, it’s dancing
i found some peace in myself, i don’t panic
i’m tryna win me a motherf-ckin’ grammy, yeah
off codeine, uh
i’m tryna pour me some lean, yeah
i’m off the motherf-ckin’ lean, yeah
and i’m off the motherf-ckin’ leash, yeah
i got gucci on my feet, yeah
run up on me, let it be, yeah
i wash my hand with the bleach, yeah
i gotta duck from police, yeah, yeah
i told my n-gga to watch out
uh, you know the cops out
uh, ice on my watch now
they f-ckin’ with me ’cause i’m hot now
yeah, i’m the man in my city
playin’ with us, we get busy
i’m like 2pac and biggie
a1 pressure, b-tch, i’m litty
uh, you know i beat my gun
he saw the heat, n-gga run
yeah, boom in your lung
yeah, knock ’em out, knock ’em down
f-ck that n-gga, he a f-ckin’ clown
and i don’t play around
n-ggas know me, yeah, and i don’t play around
won’t even see me fallin’ off
i bet they think they got more gas up in the tank, i knock these n-ggas off
welcome to the party, yes, we showed ’em in, now what the f-ck you on?
when you don’t like n0body plus you getting money, know you p-ss ’em off
you the only one really worth hating on
and i don’t even try, i just got salt
they get mad ’cause i’m stuntin’ on ’em, yeah, it’s my fault
got ’em blowing every dime just tryna buy what i bought
i’m a real-ass n-gga, you will hear when i talk, yeah
i think it’s the devil, mama
got me rockin’ n-ggas, heavy metal, mama
got a glock with a beam in the rental, mama
gotta head for the steam like a kettle, mama
drive fast in the rental, yeah
leavin’ dumb fiends demos, yeah
got about ten bandos, uh
ho, you not that special, uh
and i don’t think twice, uh, i don’t do no hesos
don’t trust my smile, yeah, i’m the real deal devil
[refrain]
got dope in the pot, yeah
got dope in the shot, yeah
no love for an opp, yeah
no love for a thot, yeah
got dope in the pot, mm
got dope in the shot, mm
no love for an opp, mm
no love for a thot, mm
she wanna smash for sure
she want me to date her, no
i’m flyin’ across the globe
collectin’ the bag for a show

[verse 2]
she want me to kick it and lay with her, i do the dash on a ho
wanna know why me heart is an icebox, ’cause i’m from the north where it’s cold
i got cash, n-gga
big old bag, n-gga
let my money talk for me, i don’t brag, n-gga
youngin caught an opp, that’s your ass, n-gga
out in cali’ in the beamer, almost crashed, n-gga
i don’t want your advice, you don’t know what you talking ’bout, tryna convince me, i’m deaf, i ain’t hearin’ it
i’m in the meeting too long, then i’m walkin’ out, manager hate me ’cause he know i’m serious
don’t wanna talk with you, n-gga, let’s spark it out, don’t got no love for you fake n-ggas, period
these n-ggas say they want beef ‘fore they coppin’ out, we put the glock on his ass, put some fear in him
[outro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, woah (f-ck all that loud talk)
yeah, i know they scared
yeah, they don’t want no problem with a n-gga, i’ll pull up shoppin’ with a n-gga like, yeah
30 valia road
you already know how we comin’ (yeah, grah, uh, grrt, bah)
you already know how we comin’, n-gga, we don’t talk too much, we steppin’ (press him)
yeah, push up with them weapons (push up on him)
yeah (go get him)
brrt, bah
bah, bah, bah, bah
grrt
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
yeah, f-ck the opps, by the way

- velow

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