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can't u tell - 10kdunkin lyrics

[intro: brickboirick]
this is brickboirick and you’re right there with me, baby
f*ck n*gga
i love shops

[chorus: 10kdunkin]
you know i’m finessin’, baby, can’t you tell?
just on my phone, i ain’t need to scale
when i get on, i’ma give him h*ll
still pray to the lord when i wake up
i was done bad tryna go get that cake up
n*gga tried to cross me and f*cked up his ankle
i double parked the whip so i parked at an angle
i’m smoking on these iron, i’m flowing like i…

[verse 1: brickboirick]
i had this guap up on me
in a big body, you feel like a g
i’m in a foreign, i’m smoking on lead
i’m sitting on a lead, it put me to sleep
she drop to her knees and watch how she preach
i’m in my own lane so we can’t compete
get guap too easy, i ain’t needin’ gotta reach
i’m flesh too hard, yo, guap too neat
i’m chasing guap seven days a week
my money blue, just like it got beat
you talk what you talk, bread is what you preach
i was done bad, had to go get some guap
n*gga be hating, i feel like pop
how about the foreign and watch how they job?
i don’t play sports, i feel like a job
i want bands and he won’t talk
flex with three hundreds, i feel just like kurt
blue money, just like a smurf
watching me get money, know it hurt
i know she a fiend, she got purse in the purse
i want guap, these n*ggas want beef
i flare with these benz, i’m being too deep
i’m hopping out the farm with designer on my feet
my pack is on full, your pockets on empty
[chorus: 10kdunkin]
you know i’m finessin’, baby, can’t you tell?
just on my phone, i ain’t need to scale
when i get on, i’ma give him h*ll
still pray to the lord when i wake up
i was done bad tryna go get that cake up
n*gga tried to cross me and f*cked up his ankle
i double parked the whip so i parked at an angle
i’m smoking on these iron, i’m flowing like i…
you know i’m finessin’, baby, can’t you tell?
just on my phone, i ain’t need to scale
when i get on, i’ma give him h*ll
still pray to the lord when i wake up
i was done bad tryna go get that cake up
n*gga tried to cross me and f*cked up his ankle
i double parked the whip so i parked at an angle
i’m smoking on these iron, i’m flowing like i…

[verse 2: rambo kapone]
i’m all cooked, it’s all a big cut
and i got the bag, beat it, then it beat
and i said to all white n*gga
can’t play face, i’m gonna be banged
so i’m that cross, i’m the weak, i’m that cross
yeah, he got shot for free
i got way down, beat up the past, we scr*ped out his life
and i got the cooker to pipe out
put the coke in the pot like we cooking out rice now
beat the pat, right
cause he handle them k!llers, he think he got strength
you ain’t on streets and then you turn
and coke gon’ leave, man, it get right
chugged out
keep a glock in my whip so you know we won’t back out
i don’t want to see your b*tch get f*cked, but then she’s f*cked out
beat her to block like it’s monday, smack down
hit her one flip, wanna bust down
right, in, touch down
[?], you just gettin’ that up
and i keep the glock, and i sell your b*tch the curts
pack hand in and the punks, i’m standing
[outro: rambo kapone]
hey n*ggas, shout out to [?]
you’s ain’t on this sh*t, n*gga, shout out to shops
shout out to 10k, n*gga, shout out bricky

- 10kdunkin lyrics

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