CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Tobacco
Yeah
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Fidi I'm the sh*t
Yeah, you get smoked like tobacco, noose is like a la**o
Wrangle up these rappers, if they acting like a a**hole
Live fast, die slow riding in a Volvo
Strapped up, no seat belt, I be shooting out the window
Oh god, oh lord, I guess you better step back
Pimp hand be strong, I guarantee your gonna get slapped
Click clack, what's that? Pop you like a tic tac
Gun beside my bed incase they find out where I rest at
Sweet dreams sleep tight, I'm dreaming bout a fist fight
Talk sh*t misspeak about to hit a kill streak
Want smoke spit flame my missiles 'bout to heat seek
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Don't tell me nothin', have to simmer down again
You're not my friend, there's no more gimmicks and I say that 'till the end
Get out my face, spray 'em with the mace
Yeah, you always give and take
Make mistakes, discombobulate
Takin' food up off your plate
I don't really care b*t*h, f**k yo steak
And she give me brain, I'll take the cake
I really can't say what is up with me
But you sittin' there, just takin' a seat
Like running with this sh*t
There ain't no jumpin in this b*t*h
I feel like stuntin' when I'm rich
I like the challenge, take your pick
You little b*t*h
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Tell me what, tell me aye, tell me yuh, tell me uh
Fidi I'm the sh*t
Yeah, you get smoked like tobacco, noose is like a la**o
Wrangle up these rappers, if they acting like a a**hole
Live fast, die slow riding in a Volvo
Strapped up, no seat belt, I be shooting out the window
Oh god, oh lord, I guess you better step back
Pimp hand be strong, I guarantee your gonna get slapped
Click clack, what's that? Pop you like a tic tac
Gun beside my bed incase they find out where I rest at
Sweet dreams sleep tight, I'm dreaming bout a fist fight
Talk sh*t misspeak about to hit a kill streak
Want smoke spit flame my missiles 'bout to heat seek
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Don't tell me nothin', have to simmer down again
You're not my friend, there's no more gimmicks and I say that 'till the end
Get out my face, spray 'em with the mace
Yeah, you always give and take
Make mistakes, discombobulate
Takin' food up off your plate
I don't really care b*t*h, f**k yo steak
And she give me brain, I'll take the cake
I really can't say what is up with me
But you sittin' there, just takin' a seat
Like running with this sh*t
There ain't no jumpin in this b*t*h
I feel like stuntin' when I'm rich
I like the challenge, take your pick
You little b*t*h
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
Tell me, tell me what, tell me yuh
