Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song tellafriend, artist - Pink Siifu. Date of issue: 20.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
tellafriend |
| We ran up out of the store, dip nicely, drip icy, it’s like |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Verse 1 (Pink Siifu) |
| We ran up out of the store, dip nicely, drip icy, it’s like oh gold the pussy |
| slimy |
| I’m on all fours son and the Sanford, the type to throw bad gold washing the |
| shit, my pops laughing |
| I remember riding he was getting packs in |
| Filmed pics no example my nigga flipped the whole sample |
| We was creating the globe, a little land for my family, can’t no white man own |
| Ten toes true from the way like a new home momma' |
| I was swinging in that Honda tears hitting the floor |
| Before they hit my face, feeling they can’t trace |
| Whipping the state, list long what they stole |
| That’s why I’m fly as a bitch, need steel for my waist |
| Teeth so gold pigs need to chase |
| Got six for the road, move quick type shit you don’t know |
| No need you don’t need to see me come and go stanky wise low |
| Come again stanky come again eyes low we the shit tell a friend |
| We the shit tell a friend ay, ay we the shit tell a friend |
| Free the man ay, ay |
| We the shit tell a, we the shit tell a friend |
| Free the man |
| Verse 2 (Mavi) |
| Swim bloodstreams if you must, above me bitten dust from the comfiest dinner |
| table I writ a fable with crumbs |
| And bread that taste of the freezer I gave my praise to the sun |
| Sound turned to silence from striking out how something changing from nothing |
| Black boys a stage for the baby the cradle got crushed, entrusted with |
| congealed blood skin |
| And shills recover lumped and appear at dusk concussed, sticky and hearing pusk |
| because if it hiss or a blood a run to erogenous zones for comfort |
| condemns my posture in prose |
| Polished, high pride cuz' we stole from where our seeds couldn’t grow from |
| My prosody broken and my costume ain’t sewed up |
| Pound through rough as Vale Tudo I’m brutal as Shogun |
| Throw it from the finna' bust like Juno |
| I love the booze and up this Rudo and unmask, go do your googles front back |
| Acoustic blue-nose hub cap in the coupe a lunar |
| I keep tabs on hand, on moon Deo Tabu Ley script like Judah you knew it though |
| Tell a friend, til' the sixteenth president regretful they let us in |
| Tell a friend tell a friend |