Corrección Letra U Cant Tell Me par Lil Yachty

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This sh*t hard, Juice WRLD, Juice WRLD
Ayy, Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Juice WRLD (Gang), ha-ha
Ayy, huh (Gang, gang, gang, gang), ayy, ayy
Ooh, Filthy
Showed up to the, uh, huh, yeah, ooh (Yeah)
Me and Boat just showed up to your function, yeah (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Me and Boat just showed up to your function, yeah (b*t*h, b*t*h, that way)
Huh, yeah (b*t*h), huh (b*t*h), yeah (Gang way)
Huh, ayy, huh (Gang way, gang way, gang way)

Me and Boat just showed up to your function (Ayy, ayy)
Hopped up on the stage, it's a rage, get to jumpin' (Ayy, ayy)
.40 make you dance, breakdance, get to krumpin' (b*t*h, b*t*h)
23 in my glizzy, yeah, jumpman, jumpman, jumpman (Ha)
Pull up on the scene, get my cig, no cigarette
Smoke too many n***as, got to stop, I need niccorette (Grra, grra)
Pull up on 'em, .40 leave 'em drunk like some liquor, yeah (Baow, fa-fa-fa)
Poles, ho, poles, ho, life is such a picture, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

This is—
Damn
right there (Yeah)
Ayy, we f**kin' sh*t up, bro
n***a do it so easy
f**k-ass n***a
Hop on like "Bow, bow, bow, bow"
I don't think you heard that man
Go get 'em

Lookin' like a lick (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Lookin' like a brick (Yeah, uh-huh)
Ten K on sticks (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
Walked in on Sunday (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
Need a medical kit (Uh-huh, keep talkin')
And my decimal figures (Yeah, keep talkin')
She said "Lil Boat a lil' dog" (She did, uh-huh)
Ouch, I just got bit by a tick (Uh)
This should be the route, yeah, yeah
The jeans be the Rick (Designer)
I'm jumpin' in Sprite (Uh)
Never gon' jump in the mix, yeah (True story)

Since I got on, since I got guap (Uh), you couldn't tell me sh*t (Yeah)
You couldn't tell me sh*t, yeah (True story)
You couldn't tell me sh*t, huh (True story)
Couldn't tell me sh*t, huh (True story)
Got a chain 'round your neck (Yeah)
You look like a lick (True story)
Couldn't tell me sh*t, couldn't tell me sh*t (True story)
Boat, these n***as be hatin' on us, let's load up the clip (Suck my d**k)
Couldn't tell me sh*t, couldn't tell me sh*t (Lil Boat)
Look at your girl, she all on my d**k, she want in the pic'
Couldn't tell me sh*t, couldn't tell me sh*t
Run up on me, like a dreadlock, that's how big it twist (Juice)

Twenty bands still like twenty dollars to the kid (f**k your hundreds)
You wanna tweak? Call up the gang, twenty choppers to your head (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
I'm runnin' out of lean (Uh-huh), call the doctor up again (Brr)
Get my cash up, tell a f**k-n***a to catch up (Go crazy)
You need back up, yes, I got my MAC tucked (Grra, grra, grra)
f**k-n***a back up, why these n***as tryna act dumb?
Flexin' in front of they girls like I ain't f**k her (They pu**y)
Raw dog, Superman in that b*t*h, I ain't use no rubber
Act up, get papped up, pull up in a Mac truck (b*t*h)
Pull up with a MAC tucked, you run your mouth like Daffy Duck (b*t*h)
All you n***as pu**y (b*t*h), you n***as hella sweet (Yeah)
Catch your ass in person (Uh-huh), you gettin' hella beat (Grra, grra, grra)

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