Tell Me

Yay yea
Yay yea
Yay yea

Know I gotta ride round heavy
One eye open like Fetty
I done popped one or two meddies
There ain't really nothing you can tell me
Bad bih with all that jelly
Ima brake her off if she let me
I done had one too many
There ain't really nothing you can tell me
Know I gotta ride round heavy
One eye open like Fetty
I done popped one or two meddies
There ain't really nothing you can tell me
Bad bih with all that jelly
Ima brake her off if she let me
I done had one too many
There ain't really nothing you can tell me

Big boss move on the celly
I can't fuck with that hoe she too petty
Man she trippin' if she thinkin' we steady
Cool on it I done beat already
Moved on it dripping sauce like spaghetti
Two packs on me rest in peace Makaveli
Ooo I love it when her face touch my belly yea
Lil mama thick and she ready yea
I ain't never trust no hoe yea yea
That's a big o no no yea yea
Posted on six with my woe yea yea
Y2 that's big bro yea yea
Mmm screwed up like ESG and yes we
Ball like the NFC get Espy
Hard in the paint please do not try to finesse me
Something bout that Nine Ether we got that Kemetstry
Whoa
I got to be Mansa
Pocket full of money not for these dancers
When I pull up I'm about to be pampered
Niggas full of questions not to be answered
Ooo ima beat the box like Biz Markie
Squish squish squish had to switch my sheets
Ima pull up in a paid off Jeep
Shit to me, that's better than a Benz that's leased
And that was some free game
I got game like EA
She Black and half Pinay
She put that on me aye
I ball like NBA
I'm fly like a PJ
I leap like my Bday and I
Promise that you looking at a king
Dark liquor this ain't lean
Paranoid clutching that thing
Yeen never seen what I seen

Know I gotta ride round heavy
One eye open like Fetty
I done popped one or two meddies
There ain't really nothing you can tell me
Bad bih with all that jelly
Ima brake her off if she let me
I done had one too many
There ain't really nothing you can tell me
Know I gotta ride round heavy
One eye open like Fetty
I done popped one or two meddies
There ain't really nothing you can tell me
Bad bih with all that jelly
Ima brake her off if she let me
I done had one too many
There ain't really nothing you can tell me



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Writer(s): Wesley Weston, (writer Unknwn)
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