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Correct Let's Get A Telly Lyrics
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Correct Let's Get A Telly
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- chorus 4X - Everybody is gettin everybody Let's get a telly and don't tell nobody Step into the party, pimpin is my hobby Yo bitch is hatin Mall, because she knew she never got me Cuddies smokin blunts, because we all young ballers Comin straight from Cali, Crest Creepers's what they call us Ain't nobody trippin, 'cause we're all about our fetti Strip full of Caddies and them muthafuckin Chevy's Cut thangs, Mustangs, 5.0's Bitches in my party, and they feelin too towed Me, I'm hella saucy, but I don't sniff blow I'm known to bust them raps with that killer pimp flow Hoochies in my face, and they all poppin pussy But bitch, I get so deep up in that yak, you want to jook me With a butcher knife, so back up out my life I cannot be your boyfriend but I can lay the pipe The party's full of folks, all my cuddies from the turf I crack a pint of Hymen, now we all gettin perved - chorus - Let my cuddy hold my thang, 'cause my folks is way deep It ain't about the game you hear, it's about the game you peep I'm seein niggas slappin hoes, 'cause they gettin outta line I crack up as I act up off that 'Voisier and lime Your bitch in front of me got yak longer than a g block So now I'm freakin baby girl hands on the cock Just then, guess who bust in? The bitch I'm fuckin with - oh, I didn't know that was yo cousin But before she tripped I tried to act dumb I put her in her place, Crestside is where I'm from And a matter of fact, fuck both of y'all hoes You're fuckin with some pimp, so the story goes - chorus - I fiend, that you and me Need to stop playin games and go smooth up a tree On your knees in a telly, high from Hennessy Put them legs on my shoulders, now I'm goin way deep She took the dick from the pussy straight to her throat I love it when I'm drunk and fuckin with a nympho Slide to the slide, k to the why Keep a hat on my shaft, 'cause I don't want to die I heard a bitch lie, told her friends that I made her cream Straight salt-shakin, tryin to aggravate my team But game don't stop until the casket drop Or the feds can count my dough Top-notch bitches pickin Mall like a 'fro Never would a player go low Rivals thinkin that must be smokin dope So all the macks kick back, because Mac Mall done came anew And in the V-Town, this is what we do - chorus -
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