Lyrics:
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with
I will do anything, for the cash
Do it by any means, for the cash
Who you know? (Tell me, tell me)
Who you trust? (Tell me, tell me)
You don't know
To the nobodies, to the abandoned
Who couldn't see in the pain was a plan
Looking back now Lord I can say thank you
Now let me tell you who I am
How
Who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me, who do you love?
Maybe it's the thug in me
Maybe it's the thug in me
Tell me what you tripping on
Like baby did I do you wrong
Tell me what you tripping on
Tell me what you tripping on
Like baby did I do you wrong
Tell
and you will never fade-uh
[Chorus 1: Ms. Toi and Murphy Lee]
Go and tell that girl Ms. Toi what you want to be
Go and this stylin chick who you want
fo' - do
Any one of my cars or truck made by Lincoln
Peel out on every block - wheel rubber still stinkin
Don't run up on me too quick, you better
with the day,
Wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
succeed
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side?
What I know, I can do
If I give my love now
got a brand new chimney made on top
Made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me
Arlene tell me who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do
real, keep it girl
You and I, anything we do, we do it fly
You my A'est boo
If you by my side then I'm gon' ride for you
Tell me now who gon' ride for
Let us pray
Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here
Before I go to sleep
Tell me, who do you believe in?
Who do you believe in?
I see mothers
ain’t no bitch
Loose paper for my kin
Tell me whatchu do for a dollar
Tell me watchu do when your pockets can’t afford to be the man
Tell me whatchu you
fuck my car
But bitch who the fuck you think you are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Ay C keep yo' eyes open for
I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's O.P.P. and you're not down with it
But if you
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it up
[Yoshamine]
You and I goin' do that damn thing, make it bang
You went out
Who's got the power
Who's got the power to tell me what to do
Who's got the power
I've got the power (power)
No no you can't destroy me now
Whatever you
told you we was gonna give it to you raw (everybody on the floor)
We ain't do it right the first time (everybody on the floor)
We gonna do it right
the
Life and poetry of an American who lived it
And lived to tell about it and
He sure is telling it's
An American dream story and you
May know some of it
of the brush
Who else you know make life out of dust?
I could never do enough things right
To be righteous enough
Why me? Could've used anyone
Father Abraham had
do love you)
Um, I wrote that to myself
Inspired by Teo's part in the song N
Shoutout to the MSFTS
(Who am I? Who are you)
I over judge and I overthink
decisions
Define my false suspicions
No one should ever love me like you do
While I'm on this road you take my hand
Somehow you really love who I really
suspicions
No one should ever love me like you do
While I'm on this road you take my hand
Somehow you really love who I really am
I push you away, still
Discuss these who do you tell by tamia Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In