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big yavo - tell it lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, let that sh+t ride, tav)
uh
let’s go

[verse 1]
ayy, backwood double+stuffed
no denzel, i got this act’ inside this double cup
all white lows on top of my toes and i can’t scuff ’em up
she got cute b00bs, i like her lips and i just love her b+tt
ayy, dropped a deuce inside my drank, gave it the bubble guts
i got a play, this sh+t gon’ work, you need to huddle up
ayy, the sh+t i smoke, it hit you back and make you knuckle up
i pour up wocky, still sip green, i call him flying dutchman
f+ck that, call him dill pickle, b+tch, i’m a real n+gga
when you on your d+ck and down bad, they don’t wanna deal with you (yeah)
n+ggas don’t wanna hang with you, them folks ain’t tryna f+ck with you
when you was just up, you was so real, now you a f+ck n+gga

[chorus]
i watched him touch a hundred ball and he blew it all (let them tell it)
that n+gga a b+tch, he left the hood and forgot his dogs (let them tell it)
that n+gga ain’t stackin’ up no pape’, he always in the mall (let them tell it)
she be like, “bae, this p+ssy yours,” you lyin’ through your drawers (let me smell it)

[verse 2]
count this money, it turn me on, i think i got a money fetish
b00by traps like home alone, don’t run in here if you ain’t ready
ayy, don’t run in this b+tch you ain’t ready to die
don’t think these n+ggas done felt that fire
you better cross them ts and dot them is
patti labelle, i’m servin’ pies (i’m servin’ pies, i’m servin’ pies)
[chorus]
i watched him touch a hundred ball and he blew it all (let them tell it)
that n+gga a b+tch, he left the hood and forgot his dogs (let them tell it)
that n+gga ain’t stackin’ up no pape’, he always in the mall (let them tell it)
she be like, “bae, this p+ssy yours,” you lyin’ through your drawers (let me smell it)
i watched him touch a hundred ball and he blew it all (let them tell it)
that n+gga a b+tch, he left the hood and forgot his dogs (let them tell it)
that n+gga ain’t stackin’ up no pape’, he always in the mall (let them tell it)
she be like, “bae, this p+ssy yours,” you lyin’ through your drawers (let me smell it)

- big yavo lyrics

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