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Don't Tell Me (Trinidadian James)
Nicholas Craven
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Boldy James
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Where we at? Jack guy, skiddy
How they mad what I became?
Got a bag and I ain't changed
Lot of slander on my name. Had to stand up for the gang
227, 50, 50. Lot of animals untamed
Chopping pieces off the brick. Kung fu panda with the can
We kicked up a lot of dust, had to send shit up in flames
Fuck whoever ain't with us, it's whatever that's on Shane
L-U, it's on the S. I'ma forever stay my clan
Shot the food out on the bus
Shot the meth out on the train
Counting blues out in my truck
It's like a red stop in my brain
If I shoot, you better duck and hold your head down when I aim
Put the press down on the lane
Shot to the side and found the lane
Me and Swally on the crib
Him there with Fairbone with Dwayne
Turned the poodle to a mutt
Lot of pests, I had to train
I fought robberies, arrests
Got off on murders with Jermaine
Now it's 40s in my books
30 pointers in my chain
Quickly turned a nigga hood
Into the currency exchange
Where we at with it?
Too way too sexy at that rose
Do I look like a bouquet?
Invisible set
I flower set the present
From all this merch we pressing
Y'all master two just to make a good first impression
They watching me, it's Mr. 227
All of these niggas snitching
Shit, I'm like, who you telling?
I don't fuck with no snitches
So don't tell me who telling
You telling me who doing what
That's the same thing as you snitching
Trinidad James
Came up from selling drugs
Now a nigga shining
Like the Michael Jackson glitter glove
Only built for bust
Diddy Cubana's
Long live Montana
Duke and Bop
You know it's on for life
Never left me stranded
Secondhand smoke with them
I wouldn't highly recommend
Can't pull over with this
Them bitches gotta catch me red handed
They say James he the realest
Never claimed to be the richest
Came everywhere too freshest
Never played a pair of dickies
Safe to say we eat the most
This the heavyweight division
80 cages for a tennis set
Don't play no racquetball
We killing everything that play with us
We gon' hit a tap or more
Rob a nigga for four nines
Hitting an Eddie Ward
Don't wanna hear about none of your issues
Ain't no racks involved
New right from the 80
What's gon' trade? Cause I'm the jack of all
Pulling all the aces
Spade and the flying saucer
Burn the thunder with a bitch
It's sticky
Summer Walker
Too way too sexy at that rose
Do I look like a bouquet?
Invisible set
I flower set the present
From all this merch we pressing
Y'all master two just to make a good first impression
They watching me, it's Mr. 227
All of these niggas snitching
Shit, I'm like, who you telling?
I don't fuck with no snitches
So don't tell me who telling
You telling me who doing what
That's the same thing as you snitching
Trinidad James
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