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blac youngsta – no tellin’ lyrics

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[chorus]
i got war wounds on my arms (yeah)
i got footprints on my lungs (yeah)
know them n-ggas tryna come and k!ll me
if i die, i’ma die a don (yeah)
i got two seats in the lam’
i got four seats in the don
i can only fit six people
ain’t no tellin’, bro, where we goin’
no tellin’, yeah
if i go to jail, i’ma k!ll my celly, yeah
i’ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
no tellin’, yeah

[verse 1]
grandma stressed out ’cause the bills due
when you goin’ through it, they don’t feel you
put you in interrogation, drill you
when you comin’ up, they wanna k!ll you
got a lot of home boys dead and gone
i’m the realest n-gga they done lived through
feds, f-ck them, i was talkin’ on the phone
they was tryna investigate the real you
i can’t lie, when i first came in
i was tryna buy some work for the ten
then i went from a honda to a benz
money, it’ll turn your foes to your friends
i got thirty-two choppers in my van
i know god won’t forgive me for my sin
i’ll go to war with them n-ggas again
i’ll put a hollow tip in your chin

[chorus]
i got war wounds on my arms (yeah)
i got footprints on my lungs (yeah)
know them n-ggas tryna come and k!ll me
if i die, i’ma die a don (yeah)
i got two seats in the lam’
i got four seats in the don
i can only fit six people
ain’t no tellin’, bro, where we goin’
no tellin’, yeah
if i go to jail, i’ma k!ll my celly, yeah
i’ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
no tellin’, yeah

[verse 2]
truth be told, since a n-gga got rich
everybody, they done changed on me (yeah)
truth be told, since a n-gga f-cked your b-tch
it ain’t really been the same, homie (yeah)
truth be told, when you go and hit a mission
you ain’t gotta take the gang, homie (no)
truth be told, everybody that you takin’ with you probably might sing on you
be careful who you send a hit through
be careful who you send your b-tch to
be careful who you put your life on the line for, ’cause they won’t miss you
the same b-tch you got money with
the same b-tch that’ll diss you
when you broke as f-ck, they’ll tear you down
when you come up, they’ll -ssist you

[chorus]
i got war wounds on my arms (yeah)
i got footprints on my lungs (yeah)
know them n-ggas tryna come and k!ll me
if i die, i’ma die a don (yeah)
i got two seats in the lam’
i got four seats in the don
i can only fit six people
ain’t no tellin’, bro, where we goin’
no tellin’, yeah
if i go to jail, i’ma k!ll my celly, yeah
i’ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
no tellin’, yeah



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