Ballout – Can't You Tell lyrics

[Intro] Hello, thank you Come again [Hook: Ballout] Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell? Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell? Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, cause I like to ball Shopping malls, I dont even stall, can't you tell at all Can't you tell why these niggas hating on me, cause they fake as hell Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for so I'd be in jail Doing 12, Fuck 12 Fuck 12 [Verse 2: Lil Reese] Can't ya tell I'm from the block bitch can't ya tell? The kush I smoke, it be loud, can't you smell Niggas bitches, they ain't real man they gon tell These niggas bitches, they gon squeal man, they gon squeal My niggas thirsty, yeah they grimey in the field My niggas itchin for a body, thats a kill These niggas bitches thats they hobby what's the deal I got it on me ima spray this bitch at will Stop acting like you out here Niggas ain't out here Nigga what's the deal These niggas ain't real Stop acting like you out here Niggas ain't real If they got something on me tell them put the shit on me, I bet I won't squeal My niggas in the field 064 where shit get real Free the guys [Hook] Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell? Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell? Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell Can't you tell, why my name Ballout, cause I like to ball Shopping malls, I dont even stall, can't you tell at all Can't you tell why these niggas hating on me, cause they fake as hell Can't you tell, I'm from the mud, If it wasn't for so I'd be in jail Doing 12, Fuck 12 Fuck 12 Hello, thank you Come again [Verse 3: Tadoe] Can't you tell I check the bag like these knots You think he flexing boy he's not Can't you smell, loud pack is what I sell If you tell, catch a shell, what I mail Im a hitta catch a body watch I bail Can't you tell I got this 30 tucked on me Can't you tell I got bout 30 bucks on me Walk up in saks spend bout 30 to get flee Can't you tell I sell that D up in these streets I count that money in my sleep Can't you tell that them boys that they don't want no beef I got this mac it will swarm shit up in the streets Gratata, Gratata, Gratata, you better not tweak Can't you tell I got guap, can't ya tell? Can't you tell I'm from the block, can't ya tell? Can't you tell, that this bitch I'm with, bag and shoes Chanel Can't you tell, by the smell, that this weed is loud as hell Can't ya tell? Explain Request ×

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