| Niggas say they fuck with you, I can’t tell
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| 500, 000 dollar Chevelle
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| I got bricks and birds for retail
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| I got 100, 000 worth of belts
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| These bitches and these niggas know that they can’t play around here
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| I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here
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| All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby
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| I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinking
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| Pussy boy I’ll leave you dead and call it dead-ication
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| I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication
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| Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up
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| Ounces in a soda
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| Push up on your bitch and shawty I didn’t even know her
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| See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen
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| ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine
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| Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing
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| If the game got a throne, bet I’m on that thing
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| Beloved dope dealer and a well known King
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| And a killer 'pending on how you put your spin on things
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| You know how many suckers get ahead I’ve seen?
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| Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I’ve seen
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| You know how many bitches in the bed I’ve seen?
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| They like asking me how much bread I’ve seen
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| More than enough, in God we trust
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| You love a real niggas then fuck with us
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| But if you got a problem with it then fuck, what up
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| It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Got your bitch riding everything but the bus
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| She let me put it everywhere but the butt
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| I always tell the bitch don’t talk so much
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| She said «Who I’m hidin' from?»
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| What the fuck, for what?
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| Man that leanin so bad, I can’t even do a push up for a million
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| (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean)
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| Catch a nigga baby mama
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| Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head)
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| Never had time to wrap and cap
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| And doubt the trap my ice a lamp
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| I can’t adapt, I’d rather the slap
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| I read the pop, it’s capped in now
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| His mom is out, his dad, his cat
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| 2004 I was screaming everything, Gucci no Big Cat
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| And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks
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| Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh
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| Keep these fuckin hoes off for you
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| When you get some new money turn up uh
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| You gon' wish you would’ve or could’ve
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| Sit down and get rich like a booker
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| Might drop the top up off it
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| If I don’t get into the helicopter
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| Feeling like I’m on a blue dolphin
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| Nigga roundin' round with like hella choppers
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| Every time I need new surgery I gon call her my head doctor
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| 5 more thousands cause she ain’t got no head problems
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| Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin' niggas
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| They ain’t gon' never cheat a nigga
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| Pop her while I’m in the latest season, nigga
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| I’m a bag her every time I see her, nigga
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| Fishing hoes with my hook
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| Pockets all swollen, no book
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| Glasses on, she don’t know how I look
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| Since I’m on how the fuck do I look?
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| You ain’t got no milli, you can’t tell me how I look
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| I’m a big old Blood over here
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| You ain’t read the paper, you ain’t seen the news
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| Got a team of goons bout action
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| Never started, but I finish it so nasty
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| Ask em, they know bout me
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| I’m so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby
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| So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby
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| Let me turn up now
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| 4 shows a week, 100 thousand a piece
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| We getting bread now
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| Mama don’t worry bout nothin'
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| You can kick up your legs now
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| I ain’t lying, got hitters on top of hitters
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| Got hitters on top of hitters
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| Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek
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| I miss you, I miss you nigga
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| Just tryna live and have a lil fun nigga
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| Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond nigga
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| I got fans that bust yo ass, you talk bout Boosie baby
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| Got off my ass, went got that bag and Boosie made it
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| Hey daddy made it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Tell , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Barter 6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп