CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tellin Ya
I'm tellin' ya
I'm tellin' ya
Ooh, Dilla
Porsche 911 (911)
Maybach coupe, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)
Big backend, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)
Trappin' just like Belly (For real)
I keep guns like Belly (Hood Baby)
This is foreign, not a Chevy (Hood Baby), uh
Sound like Kid Cudi (Baby)
Smoke exotic with my buddy (Woo)
He so cap, I'm tellin' ya (Let's go)
Make me don't trust nothin' (Hm)
Found my gold like treasure (Hm)
VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah
I'm so slime, can't trust me, huh
Snakes in my grass, don't cut it, though
Drag racin' in them Trackhawks (Crack)
I'ma tell ya (Let's go)
I'm so slime, draw, win, or lose
My b*t*h got honey, Winnie Pooh
Spent a couple thousand on some brand new shoes
Arrowhead, that's a brand new tool
Jet to the sky, we gettin' so high
We so private, can't tell our moves
Load up some sticks then we slide
Guarantee you make the news
Virgil Off-White, I can drip all night
My b*t*h got head, yeah, that dyke
Her pu**y pink and it's tight
Me and twenty n***as, we f**ked her twice
We come in two like Mike and Ike
Make it rain in the club, that's a alibi
Put her down, she don't know what's right
I don't see no evil
All is see is a lot of commas and they b-rolls (Racks)
Told PJ, "It gon' be a lot of people" (Lot of rats)
Nah, we ain't worried, we got that lethal (Rawf)
I'm tellin' ya
Ooh, Dilla
Porsche 911 (911)
Maybach coupe, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)
Big backend, I'm tellin' ya (I'm tellin' ya)
Trappin' just like Belly (For real)
I keep guns like Belly (Hood Baby)
This is foreign, not a Chevy (Hood Baby), uh
Sound like Kid Cudi (Baby)
Smoke exotic with my buddy (Woo)
He so cap, I'm tellin' ya (Let's go)
Make me don't trust nothin' (Hm)
Found my gold like treasure (Hm)
VVS grill when I be cussin', yeah
I'm so slime, can't trust me, huh
Snakes in my grass, don't cut it, though
Drag racin' in them Trackhawks (Crack)
I'ma tell ya (Let's go)
I'm so slime, draw, win, or lose
My b*t*h got honey, Winnie Pooh
Spent a couple thousand on some brand new shoes
Arrowhead, that's a brand new tool
Jet to the sky, we gettin' so high
We so private, can't tell our moves
Load up some sticks then we slide
Guarantee you make the news
Virgil Off-White, I can drip all night
My b*t*h got head, yeah, that dyke
Her pu**y pink and it's tight
Me and twenty n***as, we f**ked her twice
We come in two like Mike and Ike
Make it rain in the club, that's a alibi
Put her down, she don't know what's right
I don't see no evil
All is see is a lot of commas and they b-rolls (Racks)
Told PJ, "It gon' be a lot of people" (Lot of rats)
Nah, we ain't worried, we got that lethal (Rawf)
