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Tell It All Video (MV)




Performed By: PT
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Paul Thames




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Ayy
I said this purple got me floatin' on another planet
Up the oowop on them niggas, they for sure to panic
I just sent my bottom bitch a text, cause she for sure to have it
I can't leave the house without my fire, cause it ain't no lackin
Ridin' to the, in the beam with a pretty hoe
Tryna find the words and just convince her she should really go
And I ain't workin' out, you better run, you see me lift the pole
Aye, that's your brother but he really told
Got the lo, I could've spent the block, but that won't get me nothin
Aye, I been fiendin' for some drink, let's get a fifth or somethin
Get to flocking on them suckas, I ain't missin' nothin
You better listen, you ain't got a gun then get you one
All I smoke is good dope, I don't take narcotics
They be actin' like they with it, tell them stop it
Thick lil' baby in the party, finna drop it
Aye, baby say she got a man, that's a plot twist
I can't hit my target, but the spit'll where his buddy rushed
Aye, he f*ck with us, you gon' be stuck with us
You ain't even gotta ask, they know what's up with us
And I be treatin' suckas from the hood like they ain't one of us
Brodie tryna get this Peezy off and make a double up
Sippin' medicine, but never cough, don't check the double cup
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit when I was comin' up
And baby, I'm a winner, swear to God, it ain't no runner-up
Telekinesis, I get a nigga touched from anywhere
Aim for the facial, he tried to duck and I hit plenty hair
Said she tryna make some money, baby, listen here
She hit the blade and sell that kitty-cat, she threw it in the air
Dial in to heaven, you hear me talkin God I'm all alone
Them niggas be plottin I swear to God, that's why I bought a chrome
Jocking lil' baby, a buttercup, she look like Nia Long
She want my baby, I can't hit without no Jimmy on
I got this Glock on me, if I get caught, I'm goin' federal
I f*ck with my Africans like my shooters came from Senegal
My bitch, she be trippin', I give a f*ck, I bet I never call
Niggas snitchin', he get caught, I bet he tell it all
I bet he tell it all
Ayy, I bet he tell it all
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Okay
Ayy
I said this purple got me floatin' on another planet
Up the oowop on them niggas, they for sure to panic
I just sent my bottom bitch a text, cause she for sure to have it
I can't leave the house without my fire, cause it ain't no lackin
Ridin' to the, in the beam with a pretty hoe
Tryna find the words and just convince her she should really go
And I ain't workin' out, you better run, you see me lift the pole
Aye, that's your brother but he really told
Got the lo, I could've spent the block, but that won't get me nothin
Aye, I been fiendin' for some drink, let's get a fifth or somethin
Get to flocking on them suckas, I ain't missin' nothin
You better listen, you ain't got a gun then get you one
All I smoke is good dope, I don't take narcotics
They be actin' like they with it, tell them stop it
Thick lil' baby in the party, finna drop it
Aye, baby say she got a man, that's a plot twist
I can't hit my target, but the spit'll where his buddy rushed
Aye, he f*ck with us, you gon' be stuck with us
You ain't even gotta ask, they know what's up with us
And I be treatin' suckas from the hood like they ain't one of us
Brodie tryna get this Peezy off and make a double up
Sippin' medicine, but never cough, don't check the double cup
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit when I was comin' up
And baby, I'm a winner, swear to God, it ain't no runner-up
Telekinesis, I get a nigga touched from anywhere
Aim for the facial, he tried to duck and I hit plenty hair
Said she tryna make some money, baby, listen here
She hit the blade and sell that kitty-cat, she threw it in the air
Dial in to heaven, you hear me talkin God I'm all alone
Them niggas be plottin I swear to God, that's why I bought a chrome
Jocking lil' baby, a buttercup, she look like Nia Long
She want my baby, I can't hit without no Jimmy on
I got this Glock on me, if I get caught, I'm goin' federal
I f*ck with my Africans like my shooters came from Senegal
My bitch, she be trippin', I give a f*ck, I bet I never call
Niggas snitchin', he get caught, I bet he tell it all
I bet he tell it all
Ayy, I bet he tell it all
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Writer: Paul Thames
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