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Tell Me
by Andee
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If you done, just tell me You know how to take more to sell me
I don't even think you can help me I'm winning, you can't even L me
If you done, just tell me When you cry, I don't pick up the celly
Kickin' shit like my name turn to Peli Need a belt for my pockets too heavy
This ain't the 1980s, please don't mail me I make a couple thousand when I'm bailing
Double the profit, this shit off the railing
Ice on my wrist, make you think that it's hailing
I do it better than you, man, you know that
Just bought a Vette in this black color Kodak
Sippin' on peach in the back of the Maybach
Lookin' at you, why the fuck did you say that
Why the fuck did you think you could say anything
Don't expect me to buy you a ring I'm just tryna go out for a night
With maybe a few, but you know what I mean I ain't with all that dame for me
I can see that you mad that I'm free But it don't even matter cause you still be
talking And loving on guys that you meet
But I ain't even mad cause I'm ballin' I ain't trippin', I don't never be fallin
I'm done with the way she be callin' Still be waitin', I hate how you stallin
Need to move or I'll let her go off I been making my way to the top
I been staying in that studio, chasing that check, man, I'm making that money
You know it'll take more to sell me I don't even think you can help me
I'm winning, you can't even L me If you done, just tell me
When you call, I don't pick up the celly Kicking shit like my name turn to Peli
Need a belt for my pockets too heavy This since the 1980s, please don't mail me
I make a couple thousand when I'm failing Double the profit, this shit off the railing
I show my wrist, make you think that it's hailing I do it better than you, man, you know that
Just bought a Vette in this black color Kodak Sippin' on peach in the back of the Maybach
Looking at you, why the fuck did you say that? I just pick it up, I'ma go
I'ma put a zip in the boat I'ma roll me up a pack, smoke a blunt on the boat
I got bitches in the back of the Maybach, oh You got money on the way, then just say that
Fifty K for a fix, yeah, and you pay that I just made a whole song, why you hatin' on me
Took a couple minutes, why you hatin' on me? Now I'm done
Now I'm done
If you done, just tell me You know how to take more to sell me
I don't even think you can help me I'm winning, you can't even L me
If you done, just tell me When you cry, I don't pick up the celly
Kickin' shit like my name turn to Peli Need a belt for my pockets too heavy
This ain't the 1980s, please don't mail me I make a couple thousand when I'm bailing
Double the profit, this shit off the railing
Ice on my wrist, make you think that it's hailing
I do it better than you, man, you know that
Just bought a Vette in this black color Kodak
Sippin' on peach in the back of the Maybach
Lookin' at you, why the fuck did you say that
Why the fuck did you think you could say anything
Don't expect me to buy you a ring I'm just tryna go out for a night
With maybe a few, but you know what I mean I ain't with all that dame for me
I can see that you mad that I'm free But it don't even matter cause you still be
talking And loving on guys that you meet
But I ain't even mad cause I'm ballin' I ain't trippin', I don't never be fallin
I'm done with the way she be callin' Still be waitin', I hate how you stallin
Need to move or I'll let her go off I been making my way to the top
I been staying in that studio, chasing that check, man, I'm making that money
You know it'll take more to sell me I don't even think you can help me
I'm winning, you can't even L me If you done, just tell me
When you call, I don't pick up the celly Kicking shit like my name turn to Peli
Need a belt for my pockets too heavy This since the 1980s, please don't mail me
I make a couple thousand when I'm failing Double the profit, this shit off the railing
I show my wrist, make you think that it's hailing I do it better than you, man, you know that
Just bought a Vette in this black color Kodak Sippin' on peach in the back of the Maybach
Looking at you, why the fuck did you say that? I just pick it up, I'ma go
I'ma put a zip in the boat I'ma roll me up a pack, smoke a blunt on the boat
I got bitches in the back of the Maybach, oh You got money on the way, then just say that
Fifty K for a fix, yeah, and you pay that I just made a whole song, why you hatin' on me
Took a couple minutes, why you hatin' on me? Now I'm done
Now I'm done
