THEY TELL MË

Yeat

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(She tell me: You too much for me, she tells me)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long time
I pull up in the maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put the on it
Huh, no one fuck with them broke boys, baby, don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, yeah, if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members, R.I.P. Him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
I just, bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your fuckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?

(She tell me: You too much for me, she tells me)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as fuck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long time
I pull up in the maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put the [?] on it
Huh, no one fuck with them broke boys, baby, don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, yeah, if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members, R.I.P. Him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherfuckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
I just, bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your fuckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?