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Tell me somethin' I don't know I'm flexin' on 'em like torsos These niggas slippin' like bar soap These niggas listenin', use Morse code Boy a nigga sippin' like hoarse throat (Clears throat) Excuse me These niggas talkin' that beef shit We'll check into it like the room cheap And all we sell is the greatest feelin' on Earth They paint me as a villain, I just autograph the artwork Ain't got nothing left to prove unless I got to prove it in court Live fast die young and leave a beautiful corpse, yes Lord My nigga order like twenty bricks, I said five bricks with four chicks Ridin' with these guns that's carpoolin', bought extra clips when I dove in Miss Snow white we snowed in, nigga miss me with that whole shit Kill all rats, I toast to that, and watch everybody I toast with Kill everybody you close with, Just don’t stick your nose in My bullshit cause I close it like a clothespin The people that I rolls with will leave holes in what you drove in If anyone in that car live, you tell that nigga I owe him Yeah, I got my mind right, and my money right, my head on my shoulder And my eyesight a lil' blurry but it stand on my corner And we find out moms address and your head get mailed over Nigga you make that bed you lay in that bed Or get that bitch made over Tunechi Letras de canciones You so cray, Tunechi You so cray, bitch I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi You so cray, bitch Tell me something I don’t know, I’ll tell you something I do know Like money guns bitches drugs, niggas call me mucho Got witches all in my broom closet, got little killers in [?] We’ll find out your business hours and pop up like [?] Like danger taste like glucose, my shadow don’t get too close To that new nigga with my old hoes--kudos For my niggas on Rikers Island back there playing Uno Getting swole like popeye for niggas walking around like Bruno I’m in the bed with a duo, laid up like two points A.K to your face, not half off like coupons Too cool for school but I sold cool points to school boys Tell the cops we don’t name drop that's like dropping newborns Nigga you crazy You so crazy, Tunechi These hoes made Nigga tell me somethin' I don't know Like where the fuck did my heart go, and show me something I haven’t seen And tell me what Martin seen, on the same night he had a dream And take me to where I’ve never been, but not to where I’ll never be And I ain’t never scared but I’m scared of me, me versus me I need a referee Need weaponry, especially if the treasury in jeopardy Fuck deputies big letter B, need equity, need credit cleaned To trafficking from peddling like everything from amphetamines to medicine These niggas sweeter than Nectarines and Grenadine You so cray, Tunechi You so cray, bitch I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know They say Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi You so cray, bitch Tell me something I don’t know, like what happened to hard coke You can call me Eddy cause I stay ready, my family call me Eduardo I’m music to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes You can find me prancing in the finest mansion with the finest dancer with a height advantage She want cocaine pills and weed, liquor and dick she gotta micro manage I'm just eating rappers they go nice in salads with some diced up carrots I just like a challenge, psychopathic I’m psychopathic Nigga give me credit on my balance Tunechi (And I bump my head when I stand up) From Letras Mania