London On Da Track - Can't Tell lyrics

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London On Da Track - Can't Tell lyrics

Eh Yeah yeah yeah [Hook: Young Thug] n***as say they f** with you, I can't tell, $500,000 Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail, I got 100,000 worth of belts These b**hes and these n***as know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here All my Aces if you play they make you grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking p**y boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication [Verse 1: T.I.] Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up, ounces in a soda Push up on your b**h and shawty I didn't even know her See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine Real n***a got a crown, better own that thing If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing Beloved dope dealer and a well known King And a k**er 'pending on how you put your spin on things You know how many s**ers get ahead I've seen? Bout the same amount of p**y n***as dead I've seen You know how many b**hes in the bed I've seen? They like asking me how much bread I've seen More than enough, in God we trust You love a real n***as then f** with us But if you got a problem with it then f** with us It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust Got your b**h riding everything but the bus She let me put it everywhere but the bu*t I always tell the b**h don't talk so much She said "Who I'm hidin' from?" What the f**, for what? [Hook: Young Thug] n***as say they f** with you, I can't tell, $500,000 Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail, I got 100,000 worth of belts These b**hes and these n***as know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here All my Aces if you play they make you grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking p**y boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication [Verse 2: Young Thug] Man I'm leanin so bad I can't do a push up for a million (Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean) Catch a n***a baby mama Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head) Never had time to rap and cap And dap these tramps, my ice a lamp I can't adapt, I'd rather slap I rather pop his cap and naps, his mom, his aunt, his dad, his cat 2004 I was screaming everything Gucci, no Big Cat And we was skatin' up, ridin' with the K's Shootin' at all these big racks f** a officer, Akon what it do bruh? Keep these f**in hoes off of you When you get some new money turn new or You gon' wish you would've, could've (waaaay) Sit down and get rich like a booker Might drop the top up off it If I don't get into the helicopter Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin n***a ridin' round with like hella choppers Every time I need new surgery I gon call up my head doctor 5 more thousands cause she ain't got no head problems Yeah, all my n***as they be bleedin' n***a They ain't gon' never cheat a n***a Pop a watermelon any season, n***a I'ma bag her every time I see her, n***a Fishing hoes with my hook Pockets all swollen, no book Gla**es on, she don't know how I look Since I'm on how the f** do I look? (I'm on, I'm on) You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look I'm a big old Blood over here, I'm Suge [Hook: Young Thug] n***as say they f** with you, I can't tell, $500,000 Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail, I got 100,000 worth of belts These b**hes and these n***as know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here All my Aces if you play they make you grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking p**y boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication [Verse 3: Boosie Badazz] You ain't read the paper, you ain't seen the news Got a team of goons bout action Never start it, but I finish it so nasty Ask em, they know bout me I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby Let me turn up now, 4 shows a week 100 thousand a piece, we getting bread now Mama don't worry bout nothin' You can kick up your legs now I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters Got hitters on top of hitters Rest in peace to my n***a Lil Bleek I miss you, I miss you n***a Just tryna live and have a lil fun n***a Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond n***a I got fans that bust yo a**, you talk bout Boosie baby Got off my a**, went got that bag and Boosie made it Hate that, n***a [Hook: Young Thug] n***as say they f** with you, I can't tell, $500,000 Chevelle I got bricks and birds for retail, I got 100,000 worth of belts These b**hes and these n***as know that they can't play around here I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here All my Aces if you play they make you grady baby I might shoot you in your head and then it's no more thinking p**y boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication

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