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tell 'em - artla lyrics

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[припев]
(ayy, geo got them bands, huh)
i just pulled up in that tonka with all of my friends (huh, big skrrt)
tell a f*ck n*gga that he cannot have what i have (b*tch no)
tell a f*ck n*gga that he cannot have all my bread (h*ll no)
tell ’em, huh (hu*uh), tell ’em, huh
tell ’em, huh, tell ’em, huh (hu*uh)
you heard me, b*tch tell ’em
i ain’t gonna switch on my bros (b*tch no)
and if i’m leanin’ i ain’t pourin’ no fours (lean)
i’m with my slimes, with my twizzies, with my folks
you a stupid b*tch, yeah, you really can go
i ain’t never writin’ writtens, this sh*t comin’ off the dome
i don’t see no competition, yeah, they know we up to blow (hu*uh)
yeah, you beautiful but i can see the ugly in your soul (hu*uh)
[куплет]
я на дне, сука, на самом дне, прям как спанчбоб (м*м, on the bottom)
суки видят cake и сразу открывают рот (шлюхи)
раньше они нам пиздели, а теперь он нам сосет (they all talk)
hop up in an all black cullinan, я как будто гот (brr*brr*brr*brr)
bro swervin’*swervin’*swervin’ the demon, как ебанутый черт (skrrt)
десять к на лесенку, бля, че*то не прет
бро поставит на товарку, а потом удвоит счет
сука, я не counter*strike, я даже не продам отсчет
сука думает, что я горю, но на сердце лед
сука спросит как дела, как будто ее ебет (stupid b*tch)
maybe i’m just trippin’ off the x, but i know they counterfeits
r.i.p to juice and x, you will never understand that sh*t

[припев]
i just pulled up in that tonka with all of my friends (huh, big skrrt)
tell a f*ck n*gga that he cannot have what i have (b*tch no)
tell a f*ck n*gga that he cannot have all my bread (h*ll no)
tell ’em, huh (hu*uh), tell ’em, huh
tell ’em, huh, tell ’em, huh (hu*uh, tell ’em, tell ’em)
you heard me, b*tch tell ’em
i ain’t gonna switch on my bros (b*tch no, gang*gang*gang)
and if i’m leanin’ i ain’t pourin’ no fours (lean)
i’m with my slimes, with my twizzies, with my folks
you a stupid b*tch, yeah, you really can go
i ain’t never writin’ writtens, this sh*t comin’ off the dome
i don’t see no competition, yeah, they know we up to blow (hu*uh)
yeah, you beautiful but i can see the ugly in your soul (hu*uh)

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