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i can tell - derek wise lyrics

[chorus:]
you don’t rock wit me i can tell
you want me to fail
i open up cheques in the mail
(got my bank account on flex)
bih my bank account on bicep emoji
you pray we don’t sell
you pray that the boat don’t sail
still drinkin out the holy grail
boy you better keep your eye off the trophy

[verse 1: (derek wise)]
outta shape nigga in da two door tuna can rub my hands together
like i’m baby wit da bandz
catch me in da owens
i don’t wear da timberland
diamonds chain white and red
look like vodka cran
i gotta nerve boy
they question who cutting up my cheques don’t like how i’m stuntin on my ex
ain’t here for da talking on my flex
call up my guy
call up my guy for da funeral
came wit da uzi don’t lose control
i’m pourin da lean so we movin slow

[verse 1: (88 camino)]
i drop a 4 in my nyquil
so on sick days i might write still
the hype still has yet to hit me
but i know the percs from tonight will
more times i don’t boast up
just keep quiet less the phones bugged
but bare tings say i’m so smugged
and i’m different now that i glowed up
niggas that i don’t recognize wanna post up
bare mans try to show love when we crossroads like bonethuggs
niggas see me and get star struck
and i can’t even go to starbucks
most of these mans p-ssed the bar exam an all i did was get my bars up

[verse 1: (derek wise)]
hold up wait
first i check my wrist
then i check my b-tch
back to wrist
then my b-tch
she upset because the gliss
hitta stain hitta stain vera wang
yeah yeah no complaints with the change
gang gang
bought myself brand a new panky ring

[verse 1: (88 camino)]
newly weds still tryna f-ck though
i could turn your man into a cuckold
low cut shirt that’s a b–by trap
i’m a dog i eat scooby snack
you don’t rock with me and i like that made her uber to my crib
then made her bike back
i love it when u bite back
can’t believe i treat my tings like that

[chorus:]
you don’t rock wit me i can tell
you want me to fail
i open up cheques in the mail
(got my bank account on flex)
bih my bank account on bicep emoji you pray we don’t sell
you pray that the boat don’t sail
still drinkin out the holy grail
boy you better keep your eye off the trophy

[verse 1: (derek wise)]
outta shape nigga in da two door tuna can
rub my hands together
like i’m baby wit da bandz
catch me in da owens
i don’t wear da timberland

- derek wise lyrics

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