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time gone tell - peewee longway & lolife blacc lyrics

[intro]
lolife
time gon’ tell on you n-gg-s
jesus saved y’all n-gg-s, i’m crippin’
neighborhood
time gon’ tell on you n-gg-s
i’m really keepin’, i’ma keep it street
t-money got all bangers
t-money, t-money
hit it, hit it

[chorus: peewee longway]
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
who really snitchin’, who gon’ keep it street?
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
who really flexin’, who just wanna be?
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
who really crippin’, who just wanna drip?
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
who really get them bags, who makin’ flips?
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
who really gettin’ them bags, who makin’ flips?
time gon’ tell on these n-gg-s
time gon’ tell on them n-gg-s
time gon’ tell on them n-gg-s
who gon’ tell? who the 12? who gon’ empty the clip?

[verse 1: peewee longway]
you got straight drop or you got the whip whip?
you playin’ blame game or you let the clip rip?
you got eight boogie bricks on the quick flip
’93 gas bag, quick trip
tellin’, that’ll get a n-gg- flipped quick
time gon’ tell when we jewelry pickin’
baptize ’em in the pulpit
chopstick hittin’ like a you kick
f-ck ’em, i don’t give a d-mn who y’all hit
two-tone rollie, that’s a brick on my wrist
d-mn, my aquafina drippin’ water resistant
bales on the scale in the kitchen
go and get the ball, watch me kick it long distance
make it lock up when i hit it with the wrist
keep it c-cked back, thumbin’ through the ri-nacks
got the hard hat ridin’ through the drill zone
mama boy, mama boy, mama boy
i’m slangin’ that stick like a guitar
cut your hand off, stick it in the cookie jar
put them bands on your head, blue avatar

[verse 2: lolife blacc]
i’m just flippin’ the clip on the .223
servin’ neighboring state, gotta make 23
take half out each ounce and i shorted your p
you speak about war but you don’t own a piece
see you where you at, flat don’t believe in peace
i’m shippin’ them bags from the west to the east
lolife ludacris, b-tch, i’m disturbing the peace
i’m just throwin’ them bows, i’m servin’ the streets
still servin’ block while the block hot
think i’ma front him, i think not
sold him some sneak, that was not lock
front the backdoor at the old spot
relocate, trap out my ho spot
no dinner, cook dope in the crockpot
never could take on a whole lot
size up, slide up, get your man shot
he ain’t built for that time, boy, we know you gon’ tell it
lot of sticks in the house, surrounded by felons
take the load, hit the road, or you want me to mail it?
it’s cod, i don’t do credit or debit
you havin’ dilemmas, you singin’ like kelly
you purchasing premi’, i serve you unleaded
rock concealed in the box so i know you can’t smell it
if i get caught with it, then b-tch, don’t you tell it

- peewee longway lolife blacc lyrics

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