Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Me , by - Heems. Release date: 13.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tell Me |
| Rap rap, ahaha |
| Rap rap, ahaha |
| Hip-hop rap, ahaha |
| Rap, yo |
| I’m a soldier, |
| I’m a mastermind |
| Flashing in the flashiest fashions that the masters buy |
| Passersby passing me asking me if they can match this fly |
| Maybe with a mastercard, ask this guy |
| I got a rush card, |
| so I gotta stunt hard |
| Rush Limballin' |
| while I’m listenin' to Tune-Yards |
| Baby put your shoes on, we gon' turn the club out |
| Dammit I broke my foot again, I might have to sub out |
| Nostalgia, Ultra, |
| you hang with vultures |
| Nigga we eatin' good like we Oprah’s roaches |
| Buenos noches |
| Buenos dias |
| Frida Khalo, papas fritas |
| We eatin' good so they think we Free Masons |
| I’m about my paper like WB Mason |
| I’m about my paper like a Staples or an Office Max |
| Never have to off a cat, makin' money off of rap |
| He went from potential abortion stat |
| To the cat that pay his mama’s mortgage cash |
| Lookin' fancy in a foreign flash |
| Chammomele tea that we pour with splash |
| Yeah, remember Frutopia? |
| That shit was delicious |
| But Snapple came back around and put 'em out of business |
| Um, that’s a Snapple fact, |
| used to eat Apple Jacks |
| That’s that Heems rhyme that I’m usin' for this battle rap |
| Still got love for you, nothin' like them other dudes |
| I am fly, you Hudson News |
| Leave MCs so cut and bruised |
| Comfortable like Huxtables, |
| but fuck |
| eating my vegetables |
| Yo, how come they don’t sell batteries on the train no more? |
| I guess it’s cause the iPod came out |
| I guess it’s cause the iPod came out |
| Yeah, I’m fresher than Samantha |
| , strange man |
| Odwalla |
| catch me up in Walhala, I’ll holla |
| I put Snapple in Vitamin Water for two bucks |
| Pepsi came and bought it, for nothin' like what the fuck? |
| I’m from National Wholesale Liquidators |
| Rock bottom, Odd Lot and all the haters |
| Does Benihana even sell wontons? |
| Donald just put me on a bonton |
| Yes I did man, I goddamn did |
| I’m five foot ten, I might just win |
| I’m tryin' not to die like them |
| Laid out in the street like Mr. Hooper, nigga |
| I remember havin' to eat two scoops for dinner |
| But it’s all good, post Obama and post Ye |
| Three Six got an Oscar, it’s all okay |
| Man, I beg your pardon, Trayvon Martin |
| Atlanta is my home, but we treated like Martians |
| I used to be a square like a Marlboro carton |
| Like, niggas wasn’t callin' me nigga like last week |
| Only nigga in some nigga brown pants as we speak |
| Yeah, Gambino say it twice, ATM machine, nawmean? |