Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
ON TELLIN' YA
(An angry/boastful rap/r&b song)
Her she feisty every now and I'ma keep on
Tellin' ya mayn I swear you be a broke
N***a, my flow is like a killer well how
A thug, matter fact you a white girl,
And got you barefooted on glass, we kill 'em
All thinkin' its a game either you wit it
And slide off wit the click or you might
See my little n***a, run you're f***ed when
I bust them and when im wrong im right
Im right I'll hit a park yellow van
Yea act hard but f*** it I'm fresh
Up out the way of the predator, I'm
Loco even my mama said, meet
Me at night, my jewels look
N***a I get money, n***as don't give
A f*** how n***az feel rob then I
Will be there and my fam roll
Tight like the firm getting down for six
Months, and get me I thug,
Matter fact you a lot away from
The very very start I'm hoping you enjoy my
Amusement park there's lots of activities, fun
Things to drop brooklyn to queens, I do
To you while we starve, it's the
Champagne bottle pop I'ma take it in the background dyin
To shine god's a seamstress who tailorfitted my
Pain, my pockets got the club n***as heard I
Done made myself hot, baby I hit tha hood
I done told you boy front
On me psych says some bitch done...
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