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letra de tell em (lies) - young thug

[intro: rich homie quan & young thug]
ooh, ayy
ooh (yeah), ayy
london on da track b-tch!!
(ayy)
ooh, ayy (yeah)
hahahaha
ooh
london on da track b-tch!!

[refrain: rich homie quan]
what you tell ’em thugger?

[chorus: young thug & rich homie quan]
(ooh) i’ma pull up, eat on that p-ssy and dip (and what?)
(ayy) i’ma keep one inside the chamber like wilt (gah gah)
(ooh) baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk
(ayy) and keep her on my side like a f-ckin’ hip (hey!)
she gon’ make sure i survive, she gon’ do it well
(ooh) baby i just want them thighs right under that belt
(ayy) she just want me to keep them lies all to myself
(ooh) word, she gon’ help me like she’s santa’s elves (woo!)

[verse 1: young thug]
woo!
she gon’ look over these b-tches like terms and conditions (and what?)
i’ma move her out the trenches and buy her a bentley (and what?)
i’ma f-ck her then hold on to her like she gon’ miss me (and what?)
i’ma pull on that wavy hair ’cause it’s indian remy (swoo!)
i grab the key, she wanna ride with me (skrrrt!)
she tied the knot so she can die with me (and what?)
she say she can do the same thing as 5 b-tches (so what you do?)
so i went and fired them 5 b-tches (d-mn)
she the b-e-s-t, best (she the best, she the best)
she ride me, 200 on that p-ssy like a t-rex (better than the rest)
i won’t stop lovin’ her, no way (ayy)
no way, i’ma invest (swear for god, i’ma invest)
in her

[refrain: rich homie quan]
what you tell ’em thugger?

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
i had to hit her from the back then dip up out it (hey)
i don’t know what it is but it’s somethin’ about her (ooh)
when she around she do somethin’ to me, i can’t doubt it (ayy)
i don’t know what it is, but it’s some’ ’bout her
shawty got me f-cked up, blowin’ o’s, no audi (skrrt)
her ex n-gga, he f-cked up and i don’t give no f-ck about him (nah)
but i’ll do whatever when it come down to shawty (yeah)
the feds askin’ questions, i don’t know sh-t about it
somethin’ ’bout lil’ shawty that i can’t put my finger on (ayy)
it’s somethin’ ’bout lil’ shawty, she rather text, she don’t be on phones (nope)
it’s somethin’ ’bout lil’ shawty, say it, that got rich homie gone (hahaha)
shawty the best in my eyes and i know (i do)
she don’t do fashion and she don’t even go outdoors (nuh-uh)
before she was ready you already knew i know (i swear)
shawty made me sick, i’m feelin’ like i got a cold
can’t forget about my bro

[refrain: rich homie quan]
what you tell ’em thugger?

[bridge: young thug, rich homie quan & both]
ayy, ayy
it’s somethin’ about her, thug, it’s somethin’ ’bout her (what it be?)
she got my life, i don’t want no one to rob her (don’t take it!)
not young scooter but all she know is count up (she counting!)
ayy, i’m on her front end like a f-ckin’ blouse (big b!)
i’m on her head like a f-ckin’ bounty (yeah!)
no hunter (and what?)
but i’ma eat her like i’m hungry at benihanas (woo!)

[chorus: young thug & rich homie quan]
(ooh) i’ma pull up, eat on that p-ssy and dip
(ayy) i’ma keep one inside the chamber like wilt
(ooh) baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk
(ayy) and keep her on my side like a f-ckin’ hip
she gon’ make sure i survive, she gon’ do it well
(ooh) baby i just want them thighs right under that belt
(ayy) she just want me to keep them lies all to myself
(ooh) word, she gon’ help me like she’s santa’s elves

- young thug

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