Chorus: Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to Wrist froze wrist white like ice Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light Verse 1: See me skrt off Benz Benz Benz B***h I criss-crossed all my exes usin’ pens I don’t take loss I still get to f**k your friends Got a big box full o’ Richard Mille thangs Spend that money fast I be spendin’ n***a Flyin’ first class, window fuck the middle Little blunt ash smokin on a missile Elevated sex n***a have yo’ ever Came wid benefits had to give a little Times I reminesced havin’ juss a little Tries and tries I miss felt like Bosh like Chris Improvised a trick b***h I cracked the riddle Chorus: Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to Wrist froze wrist white like ice Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light Bridge: Now I’m up here stackin bricks (Stackin’ bricks, Stackin’ bricks) Black shakespeare wid da hits( Widda hits, Widda hits) Doin’ doughnuts in a bliss Started 0 end with six (Figures) Verse 2: N***a hands down im a f*****g legend Manny Pacquiao 60-4 neglected Ain't no L’s juss the dubs im respected Ain't no rings I just bought a necklace Look at all dez hoes all dez hoes all dez hoes She da busty she petite think dats yo girl by the door She gon’ spend da night wid me I’ma get’er back tommorow I juss met her down da street could’ve sworn dat she a whore Damn I know the technique How she speak, all her streaks How she tryna bend down make dat booty talk to me N***a b******s finna drown when I pull up wid dat heat I’m a m***********g clown du Soleil I’ma eat Chorus: Gotta tell how a n***a love da guala Heavy swell bruises juss to get dat guala Gotta tell, issa spell, fiend for dat guala Countin’ bags bags bags I just buy I don’t want to Wrist froze wrist white like ice Cheddar grown mold I don’t check the f****n price Tons of blunts rolled I’m my own plug for life Bankrolls, bricks, G’s come to light
Read the complete lyrics to "Gotta Tell" by Husayn - حُسَين from the album "K-Yotic" in 2019. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Egyptian Rap - راب مصري, Trap, New Wave (Rock).
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