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babyfxce e – tell the truth كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah
y’all n_ggas gon’ have to understand me on this b_tch
f_ck you talkin’ ’bout? (i got brizz on the beat, he go crazy)

[chorus]
ayy, i’m like a mental patient when i’m in the booth (uh_huh)
that lyin’ sh_t get you nowhere, so l’ma tell the truth (on god)
n_gga think he safe behind that pooh, but i can tell it’s you
this college b_tch love to suck us up, she go to lsu
the sh_t i’m doin’ now got me thinkin’ about the past (still)
on my way to school with that sh_t up in my bag
blues and fifties in my pocket, you think i brought the flag
you only live once, can’t die twice, so you ain’t coming back (at all)

[verse]
i was f_cked up for a minute, but i’m coming back (i’m here)
i want him to think that i missed becausе i’m coming back
i told mar i don’t trust these n_ggas around me, so hе brought the strap
it’s another gun up in my car, that’s why i’m jogging back
we ain’t running out (naw)
was born on the northside, was raised on the south, yeah (on god)
almost had some kids, that’s them stains on the couch
couldn’t afford a gun, i got that flame on me now
who wanna bang with me now? (b_tch)
glocky used to be a plain jane, it’s a switchy now (yeah)
i done finally got up in that lane, i ain’t switchin’ out (yeah)
you need me more than i need you, bro, i ain’t missin’ out (f_ck you)
you need money just to beef with n_ggas, bro, i’m richer now
my scat all black (black), my b_tch ass fat (yeah)
n_ggas think that i ain’t ready (f_ck it), my shoes in my bag (b_tch)
part_time mechanic, i got tools in my bag (yeah)
n_gga, i got everything i need, i don’t want for sh_t
n_gga, you don’t need to smoke no weed if you can’t cop a zip
i been chillin’, lettin’ n_ggas breathe, i’m finna pop my sh_t (n_gga)
brake pads on the arp, this b_tch’ll stop a whip
tell bro you better get your girl before that’s not your b_tch (on god)
if i ain’t gettin’ money, then i’m stayin’ out the way (on god)
i told her i’m tryna f_ck, i ain’t finna play no games
i ain’t really worried ’bout them n_ggas, they ain’t got no aim
i ain’t really worried ’bout no n_gga, b_tch, i’m with the gang
new chain, thousand_dollar shoe game (hah)
i was in la playin’ my new sh_t for 2 chainz (sh_t)
i was seein’ titties as a boy like i’m 2 chainz (sh_t)
case a n_gga rob me for one, that’s why i got two flames, n_gga (b_tch)
two guns on me, n_gga (yop), and i’m a two_time felon (what?)
you hidin’ while they shootin’ (uh_huh), i’m runnin’ to a weapon (on god)
finna take the street sign, b_tch we own, the whole mcclellan (f_ck)
call some hoes up to the stu’ just to f_ck after the session
and after that, we ain’t do no texting (uh_uh)
i already f_cked you, now i want your best friend (come on)
n_gga, you can’t chill up in my booth, get a section
always keep a mag up in my pocket for protection
[chorus]
ayy, i’m like a mental patient when i’m in the booth (yeah)
that lyin’ sh_t get you nowhere, so l’ma tell the truth (on god)
n_gga think he safe behind that pooh, but i can tell it’s you (b_tch)
this college b_tch love to suck us up, she go to lsu
the sh_t i’m doin’ now got me thinkin’ about the past (yeah)
on my way to school with that sh_t up in my bag
blues and fifties in my pocket, you think i brought the flag
you only live once, can’t die twice, so you ain’t coming back (at all)

- babyfxce e

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