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Tela - U Can't Tell lyrics
Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah, so where ya nigga at I'm with you baby Oh cat daddy, ooh [Hook x5] You need to watch your gal like you watch your mail She slick as gel, steady head shots and you can't tell [Verse 1] You need to watch your gal like you watch your mail She slick as gel, steady head shots and you can't tell Oh well, I guess you just a nigga with low self-confidence Cause she be tearin' up yo shit, and other shit, it got bumps in it And when you met her she was foul inside the cerebellum She was boostin' sets and runnin' checks, burnin' up the tellers Now you jealous, that's yo fault cause you talked to her way better Do your own brain-washin' you got stained, you gon' let her Do you laundry, count your money, nigga you mentally weak For some hoes, buyin' clothes to pump yo masculinity Now peep, don't be cryin' in my Jeep, don't be climbin' on my seats Don't be lyin' you ain't dyin' to see that freak Cause I know you like I know a puzzle Her little nieces got the pieces to distort ya hustle You like a Russell, without the Simmons Hard, full of lemons, spurred by the women Just a part of yo livin' And I'm feelin' that chu' really ain't got no pull on it I'll put the hood on it cause you ain't puttin' enough of wood on it Don't it hurt cho' feelings when they get older See I can't fault her, when you bought her And yo mama takin' care of ya daughter [Hook x5] [Verse 2] Roll up and fold up and take a trip off to Long Beach Hold up, we grown ups still got that freak in yo arms reach I preach so you can see but I don't need to You don't comprehend or take this in, you got my face blue Makin' me hate you, I can't erase you or deflate you From ya thought of thinkin' small sinkin' That up with the click and linkin', speakin' of a Lincoln She keeps your's on the weekend, she keeps your motor leakin' Trust the board to floor she creepin' And the challenges too much, got chu' down and got chu' crushed Don't be houndin' like a bus, stop surroundin' her with trust See you cuss, you want things but what chu' want and what they seem But they are what they are, she isn't no star Far from clean so I swing into some blows of that scandalous ho She ducks and dove through the stoves, pickin' up old shit in commodes I suppose you gotta handle on it, don't it Hey...pause a moment If you seen some dick off in her, dog would you get sick to yo stomach [Hook x5] [Verse 3] I confess, got me stressed, give me one to my chest Fuck with chu' I need them guns and smoke some like I'm Elliott Ness I choke and hope for the best, you don't wanna change this mess You don't wanna claim yo chest, go on and hang her dress You out, just like halo, she builds yo ass like Lego's It's in yo blood, makin' love to the club to pay hoes Occasional she spotted at the French and Corners Breakin' back some borders, ya nastical acts on rats Fuck em' heads and shoulders You get cho' ho I guess you would I call that bitch a ho cause that shoe it fits so good All through the hood fuckin' niggas with no prophylactics Scared to ask and man it's 96' it's gettin' drastic Without cho' plastic, headed for the red, bitch on sex Because you hit from hind and you ain't tryin' to get no head I've heard you said that you love that ho from here to China Is it blindness, Ray Charles can see that ho got jaws Like brakes through Midas [Hook repeated to fade] |
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