Tell Um I Did

Real dope boy I get it I get it
Run in yo door ain't mindin ya business
Got love fa these hoes no time fa these bitches
Ever cross him I'm burnin them bridges
I know real niggas spent a long time in it
Ain't got shit but a long time sittin
Ate yo bitch while I whip in the kitchen
She don't know shit but this dick n the kitchen

Yea ain't cookin no meals I'm cookin that thrill
Boss type nigga that give a hoe chills
What she won't do bet another hoe will
Skate thru this bitch my nigga no wheels
Grabbin my heat kill a nigga on film
Don't like me my nigga oh well
Left one dead please tell um I did huh

Yea yea please tell um I did it
And that bad bitch u love I hit it
Eating that bitch like Popeyes spinach
Tell um that a nigga got nothing but love
See me on the street wit nothing but guns
I fucked a bitch n forgot who she was
Told her it's covid I don't give fans hugs
I put hands up bitch I skirt off on em
Bitch gave me head call it top of the mornin
Band after band got the drum line coming
Just touched down got damn I'm scorin
Yo bitch on me like nigga he boring
All she wanna go is get fucked n a foreign
Don't know me tell that nigga keep goin
Leave yo ass dead middle of east Oakland

Real dope boy I get it I get it
Run in yo door ain't mindin ya business
Got love fa these hoes no time fa these bitches
Ever cross him I'm burnin them bridges
I know real niggas spent a long time in it
Ain't got shit but a long time sittin
Ate yo bitch while I whip in the kitchen
She don't know shit but this dick n the kitchen

Yea ain't cookin no meals I'm cookin that thrill
Boss type nigga that give a hoe chills
What she won't do bet another hoe will
Skate thru this bitch my nigga no wheels
Grabbin my heat kill a nigga on film
Don't like me my nigga oh well
Left one dead please tell um I did huh



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Writer(s): Delvonne Howard
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