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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Telling It All |
| Runnin' to the cheese, lil' nigga, I ain’t fuckin' round |
| Them hit-men with me lil' nigga, they will hunt you down |
| Sosa was never 'bout that life, how the fuck you sound |
| Put the red dot on your nose, you’s a fuckin' clown |
| I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight |
| We leave your ass left if you’re not right |
| I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight |
| Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign |
| And the truck look like a dump 'cause it’s sittin' tall |
| Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball |
| Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all |
| And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin' it all |
| I hit Gucci just to stunt |
| I just poured me up a cup |
| I’ve been in it since a pup |
| I’m gonna get it, wish me luck |
| We in that tinted car, you fucked |
| Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked |
| Rollin' dope up like a cluck |
| So much dope, it got me stuck |
| I swear I be high as fuck |
| In the mall just buyin' stuff |
| Ring me up, I’m cashin' out |
| Ain’t with all that trying’stuff |
| And I got that iron tucked |
| I just started chargin' up |
| Ain’t with all the fussin' stuff |
| In that vrrrrm cuttin' up |
| I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight |
| We leave your ass left if you’re not right |
| I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight |
| Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign |
| And the truck look like a dump 'cause it’s sittin' tall |
| Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball |
| Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all |
| And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin' it all |
| I’m in the diamond, district kickin' big shit |
| Bank roll, on me, poppin' big shit |
| Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks |
| Big TV, middle toilet, I take big shits |
| I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed |
| No attention, especially when she throwin' big fits |
| Forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big shit |
| A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch |
| Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss |
| Triple A, I always got a-fuckin'-ssistance |
| Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense |
| And the opps, is always on my fuckin' hit-list |
| I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight |
| We leave your ass left if you’re not right |
| I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight |
| Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign |
| And the truck look like a dump 'cause it’s sittin' tall |
| Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball |
| Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all |
| And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin' it all |