Cakes Da Killa - Truth Tella lyrics
rate meA heartless killer cast a spell on you niggas, the fucking woodgrain spitta
Eating custom made dinners,
Keep falling hair on my halo, new scents on my body
I told that nigga to rub on Medusa head like Versace.
Posted up with my papi, eating soft fish aki
Known for waxing the kitty, I call her Mister Miyagi
How the fuck do he got me? All this Isaac Mizrahi
The patent flow never sloppy except when giving the toppy
Catch me chilling in Paris, doing shows in the villa
All my niggas is zombies, so when we mob it's like “Thriller”
My-my-my coochie the softest, like my walls, all chinchilla
I keep his dick on sip, just please don't give me no splinters!
We in Berlin for the summer, hit LA for the winter,
All my bitches exotic and danger looks like gorillas
I see this bitch doing numbers, who the fuck really feel her?
We'll sell your soul for some money,
What’s a saint to a sinner?
I'm saying
Hook:
Truth tella, never lie to a nigga
I will point a bitch out
Who the fuck coming realer, nigga?
Truth tella, don't fuck with these niggas
Me and you, toe to toe
Who the fuck coming realer, nigga?
Yeah, um, this is just the part of the song where I feel myself like
I just be sitting in my room staring at the ceiling like
Just gagging at the audacity of these niggas like
Hook:
Truth tella, never lie to a nigga
I will point a bitch out
Who the fuck coming realer, nigga?
Truth tella, don't fuck with these niggas
Me and you, toe to toe
Who the fuck coming realer, nigga?
