Nino Valdes - Tell Me Why Lyrics

Tell me why
Why am I so stuck up on my grind
Why are all these shones acting shy
Knowing that they f*ckin everynight
Crazy how you keep that pussy tight
Gotta lotta roadrunners on that road
Get ya paper dog the turnpike is gold
Never stopping til that last bow is sold
Hundred grand a night boomin on the trap
Never ever broadcast what you hold
Get ya paper wardie stick to the code
Legal fire with my wardies if a jackboy feeling frisky baby nine f*ck a forty yea yea

See some people talk and some people do
Crash dummies always end up on the news
Running that game then buddys a fool
Nothing for to take you back to school
This chico right here I've been in the cut
When I had pressure I made n***** duck
I grind to the bone its never been luck
Yall never been fly yall cluckers is ducks
Gotta stay down and gotta stay true
Gotta stay real to shit that you do
Dont let no fool around you boost your mind up for shit you aint built for youll be someone's food
Up on the gram like that shit is cool
Acting like you ain't got nothing to lose
In the streets everyone watches the shit that you do
They know where you at they know how you move
Bustin a move they busting a lick that's Dade County shit for you and your crew
Same butch you tricked same one got you flipped that's Miami shit this ain't nothing new
Got no love for these bitches
No new friends in my mixes
Means the games never glitching yea yea

Tell me why
Why am I so stuck up on my grind
Why are all these shones acting shy
Knowing that they f*ckin everynight
Crazy how you keep that pussy tight
Gotta lotta roadrunners on that road
Get ya paper dog the turnpike is gold
Never stopping til that last bow is sold
Hundred grand a night boomin on the trap
Never ever broadcast what you hold
Get ya paper wardie stick to the code
Legal fire with my wardies if a jackboy feeling frisky baby nine f*ck a forty yea yea

I don't watch what people do I just get to it
I seen the shit shorty was on before she knew it
I peep the game that you chucking, keep it pushin if you ain't f*ckin
She catch feelings then I'm bucking (Yea yea)
Nowadays dude's be actin like some hoes
And your crush is slanging pussy for some clothes
A couple purses bitches gonna sell they sould
And hit the gram fronting all these suckers sold
Two times for my dogs up on the grind
Check your watch foolie I ain't got the time
See this oil got me swerving
Florida boy in the Suburban
Getting head like a turban (Yea yea)

Tell me why
Why am I so stuck up on my grind
Why are all these shones acting shy
Knowing that they f*ckin everynight
Crazy how you keep that pussy tight
Gotta lotta roadrunners on that road
Get ya paper dog the turnpike is gold
Never stopping til that last bow is sold
Hundred grand a night boomin on the trap
Never ever broadcast what you hold
Get ya paper wardie stick to the code
Legal fire with my wardies if a jackboy feeling frisky baby nine f*ck a forty yea yea