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Just can’t tell at all Just can’t tell at all Yeah Me don’t talk to you nice I won’t do advice I don’t shake your hand, no That shit too polite Her wet on my stage I blame it on the hype, uh Forty-five minute all I need to take your life, psyche I don’t cuff (Aye) They sit down when my name call Lil power-puff (That’s mine) Sugar spice I like ’em tall, like half an hour up See the envy in your talk I can’t fuck with a beaten down mental, what you thought? (We need, we need a saviour) (We need someone that’s going to come down to this earth) Oh yeah (And just do something for us) It sounds so soulful, don’t you agree? My words made a cheque, my words made a cheque My mama finding peace, I curved on my ex Letras de cancionesMy words made a cheque, my words made a cheque I just meditate, close my eyes and I’m the best I wake in my sleep (Sleep), see nothing changed from dream (Dream) See vision on my face (Huh) like its Gucci ice cream (Uh-huh) I lean, I lean I rock with that Eileen She just sent a pic to my new device screen I told her, “Watch ’em ego trip,” I bust their ego lip I pull up in a new old “don’t complain” fit Don’t know who they came with, but they ain’t game fit I hit ’em with the one, two, three Yup, Kane grip You know I mean, I mean I showed up just to leave My shoulders not to lean I put-put on your sixteens You don’t rub up next to me without an invoice, price and fee I can smell your jeopardy AOTY, who’s Genny please? I can’t tolerate him, I slaughter ratings No moderate My conglomerate is the dominate, I can’t fall away I done toured away and I tore the wave up ARIA, 8 noms isn’t enough 23 sold out off of my cuff You calling my fall, I’m calling your bluff You put your name next to mine, the audacity Turn down your release, you disturb my sleep I don’t like you n***** I just tolerate ye I don’t like you n***** I just tolerate ye From Letras Mania