KANT TELL ME SHŸT
Yeah, you can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit
You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit
Stupid dumb bitch, stupid dumb bitch
Yeah, 1492, I'm in deep
Yeah, why they lie to you
How they lie to you
Why they lurking on you in the night
Yeah, I know you see them plotting in your sights
If you keep on watching, they gon' try you for some miles
If they keep on plotting, they gon' run them for some miles
They won't be no smiles
Y'all niggas finna say wow
Y'all niggas finna jump out
Y'all niggas finna jump deep with the hoes
Y'all niggas runnin' down the side with your hoes
Them niggas they was talkin' shit
Now they froze
Ha, you know I'ma be on my shit
Ha, here we go
You know I'ma be on my shit
Ha, they know I'ma be on my shit
Baguettes
Ha, twinkle toes
Are you ready
Come on, just let me know
We don't got time for games
We don't got time for show
We don't got time for hoes
Don't complain, you wanted this tho
Don't complain, you want this hoe
Yeah, steppin' outside, I bought that wagon
Call him Cotton Eye Joe
Yeah, steppin' outside, I whooped that wagon
Yeah, you already know
Yeah, ha, my Neck is froze
Yeah, ha, my teeth is gold
Yeah, ha, I fucked your hoe
Been sold for some gold
What you doin' if I run up on your gang
What you doin' if you run up on a gang
What you doin
What you
What you doin' if we run up on a gang
Send them straight to pain
Know they smokin' gas
But you know number one's name
Ha, I Swerve in that shit
Y'all niggas is lame
Y'all niggas insane
Ha, I smack on that bitch like pussy, oh yeah
You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit
Stupid dumb bitch, stupid dumb bitch
Yeah, 1492, I'm in deep
Yeah, why they lie to you
How they lie to you
Why they lurking on you in the night
Yeah, I know you see them plotting in your sights
If you keep on watching, they gon' try you for some miles
If they keep on plotting, they gon' run them for some miles
They won't be no smiles
Y'all niggas finna say wow
Y'all niggas finna jump out
Y'all niggas finna jump deep with the hoes
Y'all niggas runnin' down the side with your hoes
Them niggas they was talkin' shit
Now they froze
Ha, you know I'ma be on my shit
Ha, here we go
You know I'ma be on my shit
Ha, they know I'ma be on my shit
Baguettes
Ha, twinkle toes
Are you ready
Come on, just let me know
We don't got time for games
We don't got time for show
We don't got time for hoes
Don't complain, you wanted this tho
Don't complain, you want this hoe
Yeah, steppin' outside, I bought that wagon
Call him Cotton Eye Joe
Yeah, steppin' outside, I whooped that wagon
Yeah, you already know
Yeah, ha, my Neck is froze
Yeah, ha, my teeth is gold
Yeah, ha, I fucked your hoe
Been sold for some gold
What you doin' if I run up on your gang
What you doin' if you run up on a gang
What you doin
What you
What you doin' if we run up on a gang
Send them straight to pain
Know they smokin' gas
But you know number one's name
Ha, I Swerve in that shit
Y'all niggas is lame
Y'all niggas insane
Ha, I smack on that bitch like pussy, oh yeah
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Writer(s): Vincent Jimenez
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