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Testify Lyrics by Charli Baltimore
Testify by Charli Baltimore
Now niggaz tellin in the movies?
What's the name of part two?
Get rich or die snitchin?
Order in the...
What's ya name?
Call the reporter
She got tape recorder
"he laced some thing"
In the booth
With ya right hand high
Dawg stop fakin
You'z a window shopper
One sign to that one way glass to cops
How many leg pops did it take to break you?
I know a wild nigga in jail who'd love to break you
Said he liked u all greased up, muscles ripped
'cause the bigga u iz, the smaller ya dick
And the smaller the dick
It remind him of the pussy
U got the right nigga when u go thru g.p.
C.p. hood rat
Born & bread
So i ain't mine man enough for anything i said
M.i. let it slide
I tried to ryde it
But i got shut down
Bitch whaddup now?
I don't run with beef u can bring it
I know ya snitch ass song u can sing it
He did it she did it they did it
Sign ya statement
Ya 15 minutes is up
U fucked u fucked u fucked