Song parody of
Why Haven't I Told You
by Killa Clch and Sa1nt
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Yo I had to put a twist in it go on let the pimp get it
Killa man hit 'em up hit 'em with the death sentence
What's up little ho let's go let's chill and kick it for a minute
I'm sinnin', sippin' on the liquor
Girl behind the bar, might not tip her
Put this in your drink to get you home quicker
Vodka straight I've never been more sicker
Get richer, I promise you I'm tryin'
I ain't lyin' dreamin' of contracts that I'm signin'
I'm ridin', to the beat, to the bass and the drums and the hat
Put the bass in the trunk in the back
I want a Benz, a truck and a 'Lac
Rhymes so clean and the flow so smooth
Spit game mean ooh the boy so rude
May God intervene if I'm coming for you
If the thing in my jeans then I bet it gon' shoot
My lady by my side so I'm ridin' for two
By my lady side so I'm grindin' for two
If you touch her then I'm slidin' on you
Thing in my hand won't be hidin' my tool
I spit the flame, the heat that you wanted
Comin' from my brain that I think that is haunted
Let's go, come ride with the kid
Let's smoke, come fly with the kid
See I'm broke right now but I got a plan
I spit in a way that them others can't
These dudes on the radio are a fuckin' joke
I don't need an uzi or a lil' boat
All the percs and the lean got you fucked up
Mumble on a verse, I don't hear much
I spy with my little eye some rappers that wanna die
No lie, the clothes ya'll be wearing you be lookin' bi
I ain't even gotta try to sound better
I just wanna get the cheese, a little feta
But I can't stand these dudes I'm a little fed up
I might have to get the Rug' and get 'em wet up
It's my time to shine just let me set up
So don't sleep on me bruh, you better get up
You lil' bitch
Yo I had to put a twist in it go on let the pimp get it
Killa man hit 'em up hit 'em with the death sentence
What's up little ho let's go let's chill and kick it for a minute
I'm sinnin', sippin' on the liquor
Girl behind the bar, might not tip her
Put this in your drink to get you home quicker
Vodka straight I've never been more sicker
Get richer, I promise you I'm tryin'
I ain't lyin' dreamin' of contracts that I'm signin'
I'm ridin', to the beat, to the bass and the drums and the hat
Put the bass in the trunk in the back
I want a Benz, a truck and a 'Lac
Rhymes so clean and the flow so smooth
Spit game mean ooh the boy so rude
May God intervene if I'm coming for you
If the thing in my jeans then I bet it gon' shoot
My lady by my side so I'm ridin' for two
By my lady side so I'm grindin' for two
If you touch her then I'm slidin' on you
Thing in my hand won't be hidin' my tool
I spit the flame, the heat that you wanted
Comin' from my brain that I think that is haunted
Let's go, come ride with the kid
Let's smoke, come fly with the kid
See I'm broke right now but I got a plan
I spit in a way that them others can't
These dudes on the radio are a fuckin' joke
I don't need an uzi or a lil' boat
All the percs and the lean got you fucked up
Mumble on a verse, I don't hear much
I spy with my little eye some rappers that wanna die
No lie, the clothes ya'll be wearing you be lookin' bi
I ain't even gotta try to sound better
I just wanna get the cheese, a little feta
But I can't stand these dudes I'm a little fed up
I might have to get the Rug' and get 'em wet up
It's my time to shine just let me set up
So don't sleep on me bruh, you better get up
You lil' bitch
