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kaby - i can tell lyrics

[intro]
(p-ssy)
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip

[verse 1]
now i can tell who’s sweet, and i can tell who gone sour
i can break down seconds and split minutes from hours
f-cking b-tches in showers, waxing -ss like a surfboard
it’s easy to tell why you wanna spark a turf ball
see my name around the city and my face along with that
see me giving them all my digits, so i understand you’re mad
thought you had it a lot, thought this sh-t was a smash
when they don’t care about your money, you ain’t sharing that cash
you don’t want no trouble, whole life easy
trying to answer the call from the jime but that leads me
you just want them cameras in yo’ face, well that’s enough
i think you more than had your taste, uh
i put my sinjes on and focus on that brightness
i rock my own sh-t and forget about my likeness
put ’em in a bucket like higher sin, adjusted the diet like niacin
i’m fightin’ ’em, not bitin’ ’em, i’m making fun of ’em on the low
this an inside joke for me and all of my clique
tie a rope around your sh-t and chuck that motherf-cking brick
we don’t want that f-cking bullsh-t, get that damage out of here
i know what you’re saying, but your intentions aren’t clear

[hook]
i can tell ’em bullsh-t, and i can tell who talkin’ sh-t
i can tell ’em g-ssing up, chop that motherf-cking lip
i can tell ’em bullsh-t, and i can tell who talkin’ sh-t
i can tell ’em g-ssing up, chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip
chop that motherf-cking lip, ch-chop that motherf-cking lip

[verse 2]
giving me that milky att-tude, step up and spoil it
only time i give a sh-t when it’s a gift to the toilet
they said my ego a whopper and they wanna flame broil it
keep winding me up, man i ain’t nothing to toy with
with all due respect, suck my d-ck, i ain’t never rude
been in that kind of mood, f-ck ’em, man, move out the way
only time i’m in the dark is lemonade in the shade
want my wallet to light up with the color of jade
the house party shut down if the kid don’t get played
i’ve been f-cking the maid, so my crotch spotless
throw a shot through your affliction, a noose around your popped collars
rotweilers and dobermans, then we all dogs
rip the money like a gymnast, man, we playing with paws
move solid like socks, and you walking with clogs
cater to myself, and everyone cater to blogs
i make mischief, wilson, i’m dennis the menace
kaby the pirate is liking the sh-t is just business
i’m on the road to do wenches, yeah i fled and i sped
alibi ludicrous, i’m the man, i’m just getting some air
bullsh-t, chop through the sh-t like tray

[hook]

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