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Just Can't Tell It All Video (MV)




Performed By: Da Homie
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Patrick Rodriguez




Da Homie - Just Can't Tell It All Lyrics




Up early with the birdies, straight tweetin' Real gangstas like eatin', beat your feet
And hit the street, it's money out there Tryna get past that life ain't fair
Stepped out the door, stopped short, ooh wee Almost forgot the 4-5 and Jesus' peace
Bad habit, but out here you gotta have it Who that lookin' at me while I'm grindin'

Nevermind, I'ma do fine on the grind Maserati, big stick on my body
Pull up, I'm lookin' for a H-town hottie E's a ly, it's just part of my Breed
Hustlin' backwards, keep your eye off the air nike
I'ma do what the man say and keep my prays tight

E-M-O-R-Y, gotta watch me Grow up, be like my pops wearin' Versace
Hittin' like a champ, there's power in the camp 5,000 in the amp, I rep it like a stamp
I only deal with the facts, kiss the red bottom hat
Understand how to deal with that, I been down for years

You're too young and you're burying peers I'd rather be in the sky, in the leir
Listen here, I can't tell at all
I can't tell at all
You guessed it, I'm thug-invested, fashion

Gray Wallabies with the mustard, interior custard
You know you gotta love it, butter leather
It's softer than her Ass B, and if she ridin
You ain't even gotta ask me, I ain't gotta tell at all

But if she with me, then she get dicky, converse in white tees
Keep it gangsta, baby, I want the grill, the A7 with the roof off
Monolithic, my life's terrific, H Town where I give it
I live it, you love it, you love it, can't tell at all

All in, homie
Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all

Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all
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English

Up early with the birdies, straight tweetin' Real gangstas like eatin', beat your feet
And hit the street, it's money out there Tryna get past that life ain't fair
Stepped out the door, stopped short, ooh wee Almost forgot the 4-5 and Jesus' peace
Bad habit, but out here you gotta have it Who that lookin' at me while I'm grindin'

Nevermind, I'ma do fine on the grind Maserati, big stick on my body
Pull up, I'm lookin' for a H-town hottie E's a ly, it's just part of my Breed
Hustlin' backwards, keep your eye off the air nike
I'ma do what the man say and keep my prays tight

E-M-O-R-Y, gotta watch me Grow up, be like my pops wearin' Versace
Hittin' like a champ, there's power in the camp 5,000 in the amp, I rep it like a stamp
I only deal with the facts, kiss the red bottom hat
Understand how to deal with that, I been down for years

You're too young and you're burying peers I'd rather be in the sky, in the leir
Listen here, I can't tell at all
I can't tell at all
You guessed it, I'm thug-invested, fashion

Gray Wallabies with the mustard, interior custard
You know you gotta love it, butter leather
It's softer than her Ass B, and if she ridin
You ain't even gotta ask me, I ain't gotta tell at all

But if she with me, then she get dicky, converse in white tees
Keep it gangsta, baby, I want the grill, the A7 with the roof off
Monolithic, my life's terrific, H Town where I give it
I live it, you love it, you love it, can't tell at all

All in, homie
Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all

Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all
Just can't tell at all
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Writer: Patrick Rodriguez
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