ballout - can't you tell lyrics
[intro]
h-llo, thank you
come again
[hook: ballout]
can’t you tell i got guap, can’t ya tell?
can’t you tell i’m from the block, can’t ya tell?
can’t you tell, that this b-tch i’m with, bag and shoes chanel
can’t you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as h-ll
can’t you tell, why my name ballout, cause i like to ball
shopping malls, i dont even stall, can’t you tell at all
can’t you tell why these n-gg-s hating on me, cause they fake as h-ll
can’t you tell, i’m from the mud, if it wasn’t for so i’d be in jail
doing 12, f-ck 12
f-ck 12
[verse 2: lil reese]
can’t ya tell i’m from the block b-tch can’t ya tell?
the kush i smoke, it be loud, can’t you smell
n-gg-s b-tches, they ain’t real man they gon tell
these n-gg-s b-tches, they gon squeal man, they gon squeal
my n-gg-s thirsty, yeah they grimey in the field
my n-gg-s itchin for a body, thats a k!ll
these n-gg-s b-tches thats they hobby what’s the deal
i got it on me ima spray this b-tch at will
stop acting like you out here
n-gg-s ain’t out here
n-gg- what’s the deal
these n-gg-s ain’t real
stop acting like you out here
n-gg-s ain’t real
if they got something on me tell them put the sh-t on me, i bet i won’t squeal
my n-gg-s in the field
064 where sh-t get real
free the guys
[hook]
can’t you tell i got guap, can’t ya tell?
can’t you tell i’m from the block, can’t ya tell?
can’t you tell, that this b-tch i’m with, bag and shoes chanel
can’t you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as h-ll
can’t you tell, why my name ballout, cause i like to ball
shopping malls, i dont even stall, can’t you tell at all
can’t you tell why these n-gg-s hating on me, cause they fake as h-ll
can’t you tell, i’m from the mud, if it wasn’t for so i’d be in jail
doing 12, f-ck 12
f-ck 12
h-llo, thank you
come again
[verse 3: tadoe]
can’t you tell i check the bag like these knots
you think he flexing boy he’s not
can’t you smell, loud pack is what i sell
if you tell, catch a sh-ll, what i mail
im a hitta catch a body watch i bail
can’t you tell i got this 30 tucked on me
can’t you tell i got bout 30 bucks on me
walk up in saks spend bout 30 to get flee
can’t you tell i sell that d up in these streets
i count that money in my sleep
can’t you tell that them boys that they don’t want no beef
i got this mac it will swarm sh-t up in the streets
gratata, gratata, gratata, you better not tweak
can’t you tell i got guap, can’t ya tell?
can’t you tell i’m from the block, can’t ya tell?
can’t you tell, that this b-tch i’m with, bag and shoes chanel
can’t you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as h-ll
can’t ya tell?
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