Tell Me Why (Drug Dealer Potential 2011)

Текст песни Kevin Gates and Figg Panamera, Gucci Mane - Tell Me Why (Drug Dealer Potential 2011)

Tell me why, tell me why, why, tell me why
Tell me why, why, why I'm even givin' this shit a try?
I can't even look you in your eye
Why your mama made your ass so fine?
Tell me why, why
You so fine baby it'll make me cry (make me cry)
You so fine it'll make your papa smile (your papa smile)
If love's a crime then I'm gon' do some time

But tell me why, why, why
That combination of a man is fire (fire)
I'm so cold right now and you so high (you so high)
And if you don't fly to me right now I'ma die
But tell me why, why
You ain't never gone catch me in a lie
I'ma tell the truth it ain't no need to lie
We can have sex on a PJ in the sky

I looked her in the face and said you moving too slow
40 days with a brick I said you moving too slow (damn)
My niggas need that money
My homies need them shoes
So I told her change your crew
This is how you do
Pyrex in that backpack
Hair done with them red bottoms

Still playing with them old bands
Just making sure that you still got 'em
50-50 on Tuesdays
Hell nah, nigga who taught 'em
Nigga got caught stealin' dough
Put his hands up and they still shot 'em
Hell nah no misdemeanor
Chopping off them sticky fingers

Raised up with a pack of wolves
In the projects my dogs meaner
Shaking off my coke tales
Making sure my coke sell
Maple syrup on my pancakes
With them scrambled eggs and that oatmeal
It taste good, girl love me, she got it goin'
She sold it up, got the project happy blowin'

Tell me why, why, why I'm even givin' this shit a try? (Huh)
I can't even look you in your eye
Why your mama made your ass so fine
Tell me why, why, you so fine baby it'll make me cry (make me cry)
You so fine it'll make your papa smile (smile)
If love's a crime then I'm gon' do some time

But tell me why, why, why
That combination of a man is fire (fire)
I'm so cold right now and you so high
And if you don't fly to me right now I'ma die
But tell me why, why
You ain't never gon' catch me in a lie
I'ma tell the truth, it ain't no need to lie
We can have sex on a PJ in the sky

Where you goin', where you goin', baby girl, where you goin', goin'
Hey good lookin' call your boy on the phone
L's or the Kush man and that's my cologne
We always on the road man we rather be home
But we alone gettin' it on, hop through the stormstorm
Keep the pussy warm fuck you as soon as I'm home

I know what that pussy need to it
A good beat I'ma fuck you 'til you skeet good
Fuck ya in the street, fuck ya like the freaks do it (freaks?)
C4 he made the beat, b-wop he brought the heat to it
Heat to it, I'ma make sure that ya eat good
Pimp shit, I'ma fuck you in the Fleetwood
Trap house right up Glenwood

Tell me why, why, why I'm even gettin' this shit a try? (Huh)
I can't even look you in yo eye
Why your mama made your ass so fine
Tell me why, why
You so fine baby it'll make me cry (make me cry)
You so fine it'll make your papa smile (smile)
If love's a crime then I'm gon' do some time

But tell me why, why, why
That combination of a man is fire (fire)
I'm so cold right now and you so high
And if you don't fly to me right now I'ma die
But tell me why, why, why
You ain't never gone catch me in a lie
I'ma tell the truth it ain't no need to lie
We can have sex on a PJ in the sky