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i can tell - certified trapper lyrics

[intro]
i can tell you ain’t no shooter
look at you, shakin’ with the gun and sh*t
p*ssy ass boy

[chorus]
i can tell you ain’t no shooter
i can tell you ain’t no hitter
i can tell the way you hold that motherf*cker, you ain’t gon’ hit ’em
i can tell the way you beg for p*ssy, you don’t get no b*tches
lil’ n*gga must be scared of that brrr, he don’t get no switches
i’ll m*ff a b*tch dead in her face, i’m not yo’ n*gga
got that, brrr, when it’s cold, lil’ n*gga, i make you shiver
m5 to the dealer, aw sh*t, i blew my engine
i’ll dawg anything out, wait till i get my bentley

[verse]
i can tell you ain’t no gritter
i can tell you ain’t no k!ller
i’ll whack him right now while he slippin’ off that liquor
imma fap him right now, give a f*ck he ain’t got no pistol
hit the players on yo’ team, get to blowin’ wit’ the whistle
thick b*tch, right now, she don’t f*ck wit’ lil’ n*ggas
buy chanel, and dior, i don’t f*ck wit’ lil’ b*tches
blew a fifty, out the blue, screaming “you sum’ lil’ n*ggas”
got some bape, and burberry, f*ck balenciaga slippers
n*ggas broke as f*ck, another forty, i done spent it
trx, h*llcats, anything, i’m spinnin’
kickbacks, funerals, n*gga, anything, i’ll end it
hittin’ on that lil’ b*tch p*ssy, know it’s grippin’
[outro]
i can tell you ain’t no shooter
i can tell you ain’t no hitter
i can tell the way you hold that motherf*cker, you ain’t gon’ hit ’em
i can tell the way you beg for p*ssy, you don’t get no b*tches
lil’ n*gga must be scared of that brrr, he don’t get no switches
i’ll m*ff a b*tch dead in her face, i’m not yo’ n*gga
got that, brrr, when it’s cold, lil’ n*gga, i make you shiver
m5 to the dealer, aw sh*t, i blew my engine
i’ll dawg anything out, wait till i get my bentley

[verse 2]
i can tell you ain’t got no heat
i can tell you ain’t got no beef
i can tell you ain’t from the east
i can tell you ain’t no g
i done seen n*ggas dead, lying, right up in that street
i just got and get that, whew, put it right up on my*
sit back, lil’ pretty b*tch, right up on my (?)
cash, 40 g car, park it right up on the east
just had two thangs, got them b*tches right off me
and them boys knocked me twice, they can never get a three

- certified trapper lyrics

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