YFN Lucci - TELL ME. (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YFN Lucci - TELL ME. (en) Lyrics
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I don't got no writing process,
I don’t write nothin'
I'm cut from that other cloth
and they not like us
We get a lot of weed, we got
the streets fucked up
Bro invested in his game,
went and got a box truck
We went from trapping out apartments
to a warehouse
If it ain’t beefin' up my pockets,
I don't care about it
I can send 'em by the thousand,
I got distribution
Went through that fire and kept it
solid, I gotta fuck with Lucci
To get this money, I had to sacrifice,
I did it for the crew
Free the guys, the group FaceTime
is white, nigga cooped
Tryna knock down me a half a
billion, I got shit to do
Look at evеrything different now
'cause I got shit to losе
I been stayin' out the way, but they
ain't gon' play with me (Boh)
Send a driver down the road to
get them pints from Houston
Go ’head and like, comment, subscribe,
I got rich off YouTube
Tell me why they be talkin’, but
they don't ever do nothin’
Tell me why they be talkin', but
they don't ever do nothin'
Tell me why they be talkin’, but
they don't ever do nothin'
See, I ain't got no writing process,
just a thought process
I always kept my mouth closed,
I was taught like that
A hundred thousand in my right
pocket, sloppy shit
You should see what I got in my left,
they'll hit your wife 'bout that
I had to get up and go win,
I was sick of losing
Ayy, tell me why these nigga talk
but they don't never do nothin'
Ayy, they pick bitches over money,
these nigga confusin'
A pint of codeine, I'm steady abusing
Look, a whole lot of
money on my mental
Summerhill nigga, pop a
nigga like a pimple
I got a pitch tomorrow, so
today I'm on liquor (Huh)
I was goin' through it, but I came
home richer, I came home bigger
So many nigga out here dissin',
ain't never did shit
Ain't been too much takin' pictures,
they been sayin' I'm trippin'
I been focused on the bag,
free my lil' man
Just came home from a
ten, back on again
Now it's back to paying lawyers,
nigga, why this?
Told her she tried to get a job,
but you ain't try shit
And yeah, I'm riding alone 'cause
you the one I ride with
Ain't have a car 'cause you
could've drove my shit
I'm getting tired of the calling
home saying I wasn't there
I'm tired of hearing I could've
did more, it ain't fair
Why I don't never hear how nigga
grateful what I did?
Why I don't never hear how nigga
grateful what I spent?
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