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letra de tell the truth - vito lays

[verse 1: vito lays]
imma tell my son don’t be acting like no k!lla cause these n-ggas play for keeps
jump of the porch and in these streets you can’t be scared to scr-pe your knee
it’s in my blood like i got gangsta sh-t hooked up to a iv
in the trap that’s where you trap don’t serve no n-gga where you sleep
get a strap take that b-tch everywhere you go like yo id
drop some sh-t won’t even claim it opps don’t even know it’s me
all that talkin’ bout a murder man you n-ggas k!llin’ me
but it cost to be a boss you n-ggas cheap and prison’s free
i might f-ck around and tell my ex b-tch to throw that ass back
she blocked me on her phone i had to hit her on her cashapp
you ain’t never poppin’ sh-t why call yourself a shooter
we get you outta here with code words man call that boy an uber
[chorus: vito lays]
aye i fired up my loud in the club and the speakers blew
hoes sit you on the side line like a bleacher do
plug popped up with a bag like it’s peek-a-boo
numbers so low it’ll shock you b-tch i’m pikachu
my n-gga still playin’ with them cards like he yu-gi-oh
he just slid a rollie and a cuban out the jewelry store
we be getting money n-gga i don’t know what you be on
i’m on gangsta sh-t b-tch f-ck what you be on

[verse 2: vito lays]
i ain’t scared of none of these rappers i know these p-ssy n-ggas soft
they ain’t really jump off the porch we had to push these n-ggas off
i ain’t never duckin’ smoke b-tch i feel like a exhaust
if they get you in that room you bet not tell em’ what you saw
i might hop out, with a tray eight, it don’t drop no sh-lls
walk up close and get face to face, this ain’t gone go well
feds on my coat tails we slappin’ out them hotels
you in the trap don’t weigh yo weed on that, b-tch that’s a dope scale
i don’t care if i ain’t entertaining i’m tryna to get money
i’m from detroit we don’t compliment strangers they call that d-ck suckin’
not the place that you wanna be if it ain’t no bl!ck on you
but still the best place you can be if you got some bricks on you

[chorus: vito lays]
aye i fired up my loud in the club and the speakers blew
hoes sit you on the side line like a bleacher do
plug popped up with a bag like it’s peek-a-boo
numbers so low it’ll shock you b-tch i’m pikachu
my n-gga still playin’ with them cards like he yu-gi-oh
he just slid a rollie and a cuban out the jewelry store
we be getting money n-gga i don’t know what you be on
i’m on gangsta sh-t b-tch f-ck what you be on

- vito lays

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