Can't Tell Lyrics - Boosie Badazz

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Niggas say they fuck with you, I can't tell 

500, 000 dollar Chevelle 

I got bricks and birds for retail 

I got 100, 000 worth of belts 

These bitches and these niggas know that they can't play around here 

I call the spot elementary cause I keep a K around here 

All my Hatians if you play they make you grady baby 

I might shoot you in your head and that is no more thinking 

Pussy boy I'll leave you dead and call it dead-ication 

I put Act inside my drink, they call it medication 

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Hold up, pull up, roll up, pour up 

Ounces in a soda 

Push up on your bitch and shawty I didn't even know her 

See this hood I throw up, realest one I ever seen 

ATL, call it XXL, cause we stay spittin' shells outta long magazine 

Real nigga got a crown, better own that thing 

If the game got a throne, bet I'm on that thing 

Beloved dope dealer and a well known King 

And a killer 'pending on how you put your spin on things 

You know how many suckers get ahead I've seen? 

Bout the same amount of pussy niggas dead I've seen 

You know how many bitches in the bed I've seen? 

They like asking me how much bread I've seen 

More than enough, in God we trust 

You love a real niggas then fuck with us 

But if you got a problem with it then fuck, what up 

It be ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Got your bitch riding everything but the bus 

She let me put it everywhere but the butt 

I always tell the bitch don't talk so much 

She said "Who I'm hidin' from?" 

What the fuck, for what? 

Man that leanin so bad, I can't even do a push up for a million 

(Lean, lean, lean, lean, lean) 

Catch a nigga baby mama 

Make her give me nothing but ceiling (head) 

Never had time to wrap and cap 

And doubt the trap my ice a lamp 

I can't adapt, I'd rather the slap 

I read the pop, it's capped in now 

His mom is out, his dad, his cat 

2004 I was screaming everything, Gucci no Big Cat 

And we was scannin' the ride with them cases of all these big racks 

Fuck a officer, Akon what it do bruh 

Keep these fuckin hoes off for you 

When you get some new money turn up uh 

You gon' wish you would've or could've 

Sit down and get rich like a booker 

Might drop the top up off it 

If I don't get into the helicopter 

Feeling like I'm on a blue dolphin 

Nigga roundin' round with like hella choppers 

Every time I need new surgery I gon call her my head doctor 

5 more thousands cause she ain't got no head problems 

Yeah, all my niggas they be bleedin' niggas 

They ain't gon' never cheat a nigga 

Pop her while I'm in the latest season, nigga 

I'm a bag her every time I see her, nigga 

Fishing hoes with my Pockets all swollen, no book 

Glasses on, she don't know how I look 

Since I'm on how the fuck do I look? 

You ain't got no milli, you can't tell me how I look 

I'm a big old Blood over here 

You ain't read the paper, you ain't seen the news 

Got a team of goons bout action 

Never started, but I finish it so nasty 

Ask em, they know bout me 

I'm so Keyshia with the 9, rock a bye baby 

So smooth, so fly baby, rock a bye baby 

Let me turn up now 

4 shows a week, 100 thousand a piece 

We getting bread now 

Mama don't worry bout nothin' 

You can kick up your legs now 

I ain't lying, got hitters on top of hitters 

Got hitters on top of hitters 

Rest in peace to my nigga Lil Bleek 

I miss you, I miss you nigga 

Just tryna live and have a lil fun nigga 

Nephew just came home, half a million dollar bond nigga 

I got fans that bust yo ass, you talk bout Boosie baby 

Got off my ass, went got that bag and Boosie made it 

Hey daddy made it