Blac Youngsta - No Tellin' Lyrics
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    No Tellin'

    [Chorus]
    I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
    I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
    Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
    If I die, I'ma die a don (Yeah)
    I got two seats in the Lam'
    I got four seats in the Don
    I can only fit six people
    Ain't no tellin', bro, where we goin'
    No tellin', yeah
    If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
    I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
    Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
    No tellin', yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Grandma stressed out 'cause the bills due
    When you goin' through it, they don't feel you
    Put you in interrogation, drill you
    When you comin' up, they wanna kill you
    Got a lot of home boys dead and gone
    I'm the realest nigga they done lived through
    Feds, fuck them, I was talkin' on the phone
    They was tryna investigate the real you
    I can't lie, when I first came in
    I was tryna buy some work for the ten
    Then I went from a Honda to a Benz
    Money, it'll turn your foes to your friends
    I got thirty-two choppers in my van
    I know God won't forgive me for my sin
    I'll go to war with them niggas again
    I'll put a hollow tip in your chin

    [Chorus]
    I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
    I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
    Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
    If I die, I'ma die a don (Yeah)
    I got two seats in the Lam'
    I got four seats in the Don
    I can only fit six people
    Ain't no tellin', bro, where we goin'
    No tellin', yeah
    If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
    I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
    Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
    No tellin', yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Truth be told, since a nigga got rich
    Everybody, they done changed on me (Yeah)
    Truth be told, since a nigga fucked your bitch
    It ain't really been the same, homie (Yeah)
    Truth be told, when you go and hit a mission
    You ain't gotta take the gang, homie (No)
    Truth be told, everybody that you takin' with you probably might sing on you
    Be careful who you send a hit through
    Be careful who you send your bitch to
    Be careful who you put your life on the line for, 'cause they won't miss you
    The same bitch you got money with
    The same bitch that'll diss you
    When you broke as fuck, they'll tear you down
    When you come up, they'll assist you

    [Chorus]
    I got war wounds on my arms (Yeah)
    I got footprints on my lungs (Yeah)
    Know them niggas tryna come and kill me
    If I die, I'ma die a don (Yeah)
    I got two seats in the Lam'
    I got four seats in the Don
    I can only fit six people
    Ain't no tellin', bro, where we goin'
    No tellin', yeah
    If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
    I'ma get thug life tatted on my belly, yeah
    Every time we take out an opp, we drop confetti, yeah
    No tellin', yeah

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