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trippie redd & dababy – nun كلمات اغاني

[intro: trippie redd]
(sil on the beat, too)
uh_uh, uh_uh (yeah)
uh_uh, uh_uh

[chorus: trippie redd & dababy]
can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me sh_t, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me sh_t, can’t tell me nothin’ (yeah)
can’t tell me sh_t (oh, oh, oh, oh)
[verse 1: dababy]
i done asked you, “what’s your name?”
i done asked you, “what’s your game?” (yeah, b_tch)
pull up in a whip that cost half a m (yeah, yeah, yeah)
haven’t known what’s the name
i think it’s a celine, ah, yeah, she wanna be part of my gang
she wanna get with the team
prolly wanna take pictures with me
prolly wanna take pictures with trip’ (uh, yeah)
she run out screamin’ now, she 1400
i can show you how to go get some motherf_ckin’ money
but first, n_gga, you gotta want it
n_gga, i ain’t trippin’ on sh_t, i ain’t sad, i’m just bluntin’
i’m prolly thinkin’ ’bout havin’ some money
with me, a bad lil’ b_tch, long hair, fat ass, and i love it
she prolly thinkin’ ’bout having a hubby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m prolly thinkin’ ’bout having a new b_tch letting her hair blow (go)
tell her, “put that in a hairbow” (go, go, go)
still selling motherf_ckin’ elbows (yeah, yeah, yeah)
put that on the l_o, yeah, these n_ggas know how i’m rockin’ (yeah, bow, bow, bow)
these n_ggas know how i get (yeah)
i pull down my shirt whenever i hop out my whip (woo, woo, woo)
i had to cover my gl!ck (yeah), i’m tryna bake me a n_gga, bake him like a fish (bow, bow)

[chorus: trippie redd]
can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me nothin’, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me sh_t, can’t tell me nothin’
can’t tell me sh_t, can’t tell me nothin’ (yeah)
can’t tell me sh_t
[verse 2: trippie redd]
yeah, goin’ hard (go, go, go)
every day, goin’ hard, yeah
i got racks for days (go), goin’ hard
grew up in them trenches (go), you couldn’t tell me nothin’
yeah, grew up up on that block, boy, i’m mama’s son (bah)
pullin’ up, fleet of trucks like obama’s son (bah, yeah)
i’ve been selling out arenas, like i’m donda’s son (gang)
told em’ “make a wish” like i’m cosmo and wanda’s son (ha)
my future bright, my heart dark like it ain’t got the sun (ha)
i heard you’re racin’ to the top, boy, you better run
n_ggas know that i’m the sh_t, boy, you better plunge
they like “trip, where you get that drip?” boy, it’s one of one (sh_t,, b_tch)
i heard them p_ssy n_ggas thought that i was one and done (sh_t, sh_t)
i’m from 800 where them choppers spray, we run and gun (bah)
i thought a p_ssy ass b_tch n_gga said somethin’ (brah, brah, brah)

- trippie redd dababy

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