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kydd - tell em lyrics

look, b+tch i hustle in flow, but my name ain’t terrence howard, yeah i gamble with this music, but i bet my bottom dollar did it all without diploma’s, b+tch i’ve never been a scholar. now i’m working with my idol’s, chopping sh+t like helicopters. i been froze like ice sickles, i’m too sick for a doctor. i could bully all these rappers, like i stuffed em in a locker. got the game inside my reach, i won’t finish till its conquered. i don’t trip off other people cause my footwork’s always proper. i was raised to be a simple kind of man, it’s just me against the world, with a simple kind of plan. and you know we keep those blunts full of {?} when we face. so when i come around, you know it’s a green day. keep it to myself when you see me rolling by though, head on a swivel when i’m looking for the {?}. i ain’t bout to trip over a b+tch, unless it’s my hoe. cause if you want that package, then i pack you out, with my smoke. its kydd, b+tch. don’t, tell em what you bout, show them what the f+ck you bout. kydd, don’t tell em what you bout, show them what the f+ck you bout. kydd, don’t tell em what you bout, show them what the f+ck you bout. kydd, don’t tell em what you bout, show them what the f+ck you bout. yeah, i am my brothers keeper, i put that on my soul, its family over everything, i lose my sh+t and hit your home. i protect by any means, and i provide until i’m gone, if you know just what i mean, then you know where i’m coming from. i ain’t no k!ller, but don’t try to take my sh+t, i work hard for mine, like you work hard for your’s. get the pick, little b+tch. like micheal jackson’s last tour, this is it. (this is it) i’m evolving everyday, b+tch i’m lit. (b+tch i’m lit). see i broke off from the flow, now i’m jumping right back on it. i done k!lled so many beats, you’d think my studio was h+rny. you can’t tell how much i make, cause when i get it, i don’t flaunt it, i could buy a jet to fly, and you’d never know i bought it. boy, this b+tches dumb as h+ll, i’m glad i came up by myself, otherwise i’d probably, believe everything these liars tell. f+ck yourself, and your problems. misery likes company, and i ain’t tryna be miserable, homie. you can’t f+ck with me, its kydd, b+tch. don’t tell them what you bout, show em what the f+ck you bout, kydd, don’t tell em what you bout, show em what the f+ck you bout, kydd, don’t tell em what you bout, show em what the f+ck you bout, kydd, don’t tell em what you bout, show em what the f+ck you bout, kydd

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