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Артист: TelaНазвание : U Can`t TellДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop southern rap g-funk Видео:
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Yeah, so where ya nigga at I`m with you baby Oh cat daddy, ooh [Hook x5] You need to watch your gal like you watch your mail She slick as gel, steady head shots and you can`t tell [Verse 1] You need to watch your gal like you watch your mail She slick as gel, steady head shots and you can`t tell Oh well, I guess you just a nigga with low self-confidence Cause she be tearin` up yo shit, and other shit, it got bumps in it And when you met her she was foul inside the cerebellum She was boostin` sets and runnin` checks, burnin` up the tellers Now you jealous, that`s yo fault cause you talked to her way better Do your own brain-washin` you got stained, you gon` let her Do you laundry, count your money, nigga you mentally weak For some hoes, buyin` clothes to pump yo masculinity Now peep, don`t be cryin` in my Jeep, don`t be climbin` on my seats Don`t be lyin` you ain`t dyin` to see that freak Cause I know you like I know a puzzle Her little nieces got the pieces to distort ya hustle You like a Russell, without the Simmons Hard, full of lemons, spurred by the women Just a part of yo livin` And I`m feelin` that chu` really ain`t got no pull on it I`ll put the hood on it cause you ain`t puttin` enough of wood on it Don`t it hurt cho` feelings when they get older See I can`t fault her, when you bought her And yo mama takin` care of ya daughter [Hook x5] [Verse 2] Roll up and fold up and take a trip off to Long Beach Hold up, we grown ups still got that freak in yo arms reach I preach so you can see but I don`t need to You don`t comprehend or take this in, you got my face blue Makin` me hate you, I can`t erase you or deflate you From ya thought of thinkin` small sinkin` That up with the click and linkin`, speakin` of a Lincoln She keeps your`s on the weekend, she keeps your motor leakin` Trust the board to floor she creepin` And the challenges too much, got chu` down and got chu` crushed Don`t be houndin` like a bus, stop surroundin` her with trust See you cuss, you want things but what chu` want and what they seem But they are what they are, she isn`t no star Far from clean so I swing into some blows of that scandalous ho She ducks and dove through the stoves, pickin` up old shit in commodes I suppose you gotta handle on it, don`t it Hey...pause a moment If you seen some dick off in her, dog would you get sick to yo stomach [Hook x5] [Verse 3] I confess, got me stressed, give me one to my chest Fuck with chu` I need them guns and smoke some like I`m Elliott Ness I choke and hope for the best, you don`t wanna change this mess You don`t wanna claim yo chest, go on and hang her dress You out, just like halo, she builds yo ass like Lego`s It`s in yo blood, makin` love to the club to pay hoes Occasional she spotted at the French and Corners Breakin` back some borders, ya nastical acts on rats Fuck em` heads and shoulders You get cho` ho I guess you would I call that bitch a ho cause that shoe it fits so good All through the hood fuckin` niggas with no prophylactics Scared to ask and man it`s 96` it`s gettin` drastic Without cho` plastic, headed for the red, bitch on sex Because you hit from hind and you ain`t tryin` to get no head I`ve heard you said that you love that ho from here to China Is it blindness, Ray Charles can see that ho got jaws Like brakes through Midas [Hook repeated to fade] | Похожие исполнители:
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