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Tell Em How You Feel Video (MV)




Performed By: Velow
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: Ozron Walters




Velow - Tell Em How You Feel Lyrics




F*ck that nigga I know he rattin'
F*ck all that talkin' you see him just blast him
That boy ain't like that I told you don't gas him
He only wit us to look like he active

F*ck the police I hate 'em with a passion
I put some ice on my pinky it's dancing
I found some peace in myself I don't panic
I'm tryna win me a maf*ckin' grammy yeah

Off codeine
I'm tryna pour me some lean
I'm off the maf*ckin' lean
And I'm off the maf*ckin' leash
Yeah
I got Gucci on my feet
Run up on me let it beat
I was my hands with the bleach
I gotta duck from police
Yeah yeah
I told my nigga to watch out
You know the cops out
Ice out my watch now
They f*ckin' wit me cuz I'm hot now
Yeah I'm the man in my city
Playin' wit us we get busy
I'm like 2pac and Biggie
In one person bitch I'm litty
Yeah
Oh fasho
You know I beat my gun
He saw the heat nigga run
Yeah
Boom
In yo lung
Knock 'em out
Know 'em down
F*ck that nigga he a f*ckin clown
Ion play around
Niggas know me uhmhmever play around

These niggas slowly falling off
I bet they think they got more gas up in the tank I knock these niggas off
Walk into the party yes bitch I'm the man now what the f*ck you want
Why you don't like nobody plus you getting money 'Low you piss 'em off
You the only one really worth hating on

And ion even try I just got sauce
Niggas mad cuz I'm stuntin' on they ass my fault
Got 'em blowing every dolla tryna buy what I bought
I'm a real as nigga you gone hear it when I talk
Yeah
I think it's the devil mama
Got me rocking niggas heavy metal mama
Got a glock wit a beam in the rental mama
Got a head full of steam like a kettle mama

Drive fast in the rental
Giving dope fiends demos
Got about ten back ups
Hoe you not that special
And I don't think twice
Ion know no hezzos
Don't trust my smile
I'm the real deal devil

Got dope in a pot yeah
Got dope in a sock yeah
No love for a opp yeah
No love for a thot yeah

Got dope in a pot
Got dope in a sock
No love for a opp
No love for a Thot

She wanna smash fasho
She want me to date her NO
I'm flying across the globe
Collecting a bag for a show
She want me to kick it and lay wit her
I don't the dash on a hoe
Wanna know why my heart is an ice box
Cuz I'm from the North we're it's cold

I got cash nigga
Big old bag nigga
Let my money talk for me
Ion brag nigga
Youngin caught a opp
That's yo ass nigga
Out in Cali in a Beamer almost crashed nigga
Ion want to advice you don't know what you talking bout
Try and convince me I'm deaf I ain't hearing it
I'm in a meeting too long then I'm walking out
Manager hate me cuz he know I'm serious
Don't wanna talk wit you nigga let's spark it out
Don't want no love from you fake niggas period
These nigga say they want beef but they coppin out
Whip out the glock on his ass put some fear in him
Yeah
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F*ck that nigga I know he rattin'
F*ck all that talkin' you see him just blast him
That boy ain't like that I told you don't gas him
He only wit us to look like he active

F*ck the police I hate 'em with a passion
I put some ice on my pinky it's dancing
I found some peace in myself I don't panic
I'm tryna win me a maf*ckin' grammy yeah

Off codeine
I'm tryna pour me some lean
I'm off the maf*ckin' lean
And I'm off the maf*ckin' leash
Yeah
I got Gucci on my feet
Run up on me let it beat
I was my hands with the bleach
I gotta duck from police
Yeah yeah
I told my nigga to watch out
You know the cops out
Ice out my watch now
They f*ckin' wit me cuz I'm hot now
Yeah I'm the man in my city
Playin' wit us we get busy
I'm like 2pac and Biggie
In one person bitch I'm litty
Yeah
Oh fasho
You know I beat my gun
He saw the heat nigga run
Yeah
Boom
In yo lung
Knock 'em out
Know 'em down
F*ck that nigga he a f*ckin clown
Ion play around
Niggas know me uhmhmever play around

These niggas slowly falling off
I bet they think they got more gas up in the tank I knock these niggas off
Walk into the party yes bitch I'm the man now what the f*ck you want
Why you don't like nobody plus you getting money 'Low you piss 'em off
You the only one really worth hating on

And ion even try I just got sauce
Niggas mad cuz I'm stuntin' on they ass my fault
Got 'em blowing every dolla tryna buy what I bought
I'm a real as nigga you gone hear it when I talk
Yeah
I think it's the devil mama
Got me rocking niggas heavy metal mama
Got a glock wit a beam in the rental mama
Got a head full of steam like a kettle mama

Drive fast in the rental
Giving dope fiends demos
Got about ten back ups
Hoe you not that special
And I don't think twice
Ion know no hezzos
Don't trust my smile
I'm the real deal devil

Got dope in a pot yeah
Got dope in a sock yeah
No love for a opp yeah
No love for a thot yeah

Got dope in a pot
Got dope in a sock
No love for a opp
No love for a Thot

She wanna smash fasho
She want me to date her NO
I'm flying across the globe
Collecting a bag for a show
She want me to kick it and lay wit her
I don't the dash on a hoe
Wanna know why my heart is an ice box
Cuz I'm from the North we're it's cold

I got cash nigga
Big old bag nigga
Let my money talk for me
Ion brag nigga
Youngin caught a opp
That's yo ass nigga
Out in Cali in a Beamer almost crashed nigga
Ion want to advice you don't know what you talking bout
Try and convince me I'm deaf I ain't hearing it
I'm in a meeting too long then I'm walking out
Manager hate me cuz he know I'm serious
Don't wanna talk wit you nigga let's spark it out
Don't want no love from you fake niggas period
These nigga say they want beef but they coppin out
Whip out the glock on his ass put some fear in him
Yeah
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Writer: Ozron Walters
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