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certified trapper - i can tell lyrics

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[intro]
i can tell you ain’t no shooter
look at you, shakin’ with the gun and sh+t
p+ssy ass boy

[chorus]
i can tell you ain’t no shooter
i can tell you ain’t no hitter
i can tell the way you hold that motherf+cker, you ain’t gon’ hit ’em
i can tell the way you beg for p+ssy, you don’t get no b+tches
lil’ n+gga must be scared of that brrr, he don’t get no switches
i’ll m+ff a b+tch dead in her face, i’m not yo’ n+gga
got that, brrr, when it’s cold, lil’ n+gga, i make you shiver
m5 to the dealer, aw sh+t, i blew my engine
i’ll dawg anything out, wait till i get my bentley

[verse]
i can tell you ain’t no gritter
i can tell you ain’t no k!ller
i’ll whack him right now while he slippin’ off that liquor
imma fap him right now, give a f+ck he ain’t got no pistol
hit the players on yo’ team, get to blowin’ wit’ the whistle
thick b+tch, right now, she don’t f+ck wit’ lil’ n+ggas
buy chanel, and dior, i don’t f+ck wit’ lil’ b+tches
blew a fifty, out the blue, screaming “you sum’ lil’ n+ggas”
got some bape, and burberry, f+ck balenciaga slippers
n+ggas broke as f+ck, another forty, i done spent it
trx, h+llcats, anything, i’m spinnin’
kickbacks, funerals, n+gga, anything, i’ll end it
hittin’ on that lil’ b+tch p+ssy, know it’s grippin’
[outro]
i can tell you ain’t no shooter
i can tell you ain’t no hitter
i can tell the way you hold that motherf+cker, you ain’t gon’ hit ’em
i can tell the way you beg for p+ssy, you don’t get no b+tches
lil’ n+gga must be scared of that brrr, he don’t get no switches
i’ll m+ff a b+tch dead in her face, i’m not yo’ n+gga
got that, brrr, when it’s cold, lil’ n+gga, i make you shiver
m5 to the dealer, aw sh+t, i blew my engine
i’ll dawg anything out, wait till i get my bentley

[verse 2]
i can tell you ain’t got no heat
i can tell you ain’t got no beef
i can tell you ain’t from the east
i can tell you ain’t no g
i done seen n+ggas dead, lying, right up in that street
i just got and get that, whew, put it right up on my+
sit back, lil’ pretty b+tch, right up on my (?)
cash, 40 g car, park it right up on the east
just had two thangs, got them b+tches right off me
and them boys knocked me twice, they can never get a three



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