𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘

#LilRed #YoungT #ConfessYT 😤 It’s my turn now get back to back dubs 😈 I switched up my style on this joint 🔄 I went all out aggressive and a lil melodic in this one 🔥 confess your truths…🗣️ (Yes, that’s me in the cover art 😮‍💨) @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team pull up family! 🙏🏻 LYRICS: I ain't gon play too much How much does it take to keep that mouth shut? Yo bich be tossed everywhere, it's like she even give a fuck What's she hidin' in her truck? Is someone paying big bucks? You better start confessin' cuz soon you 'bout to be fucked up I ain't even a snitch Tell the truth, you lame ass bich Imma need a CONFESSION, DEPRESSION, a FEELIN', A SOMETHING TO WORK THIS GLITCH I ain't even apart of this STITCH This lame ass hoe got me ending my shift She be LYING, and SMILING, and DYING but to me she's just like any other BICH (Yeah) I be on this hoe Counting racks, and I'm stacking my dough Young T, going off with his flow Got her confessing a lot more Her words be staying behind the door Got relationships sad and torn How you 'gon lie and make everyone start to cry And make me feel dead inside I ain't gon play too much How much does it take to keep that mouth shut? Yo bich be tossed everywhere, it's like she even give a fuck What's she hidin' in her truck? Is someone paying big bucks? You better start confessin' cuz soon you 'bout to be fucked up I ain't even a snitch Tell the truth, you lame ass bich Imma need a CONFESSION, DEPRESSION, a FEELIN', A SOMETHING TO WORK THIS GLITCH I ain't even apart of this STITCH This lame ass hoe got me ending my shift She be LYING, and SMILING, and DYING but to me she's just like any other BICH Whatchu even want, you just come and speak with me You yappin' way too much, you sound like Ms. Sandy Cheeks And I cannot believe, and you lookin' funny, and you better just start to confess All this lying and shi, and you really got everyone stuck in yo lame ass mess I ain't worried 'bout you I finna go get the truth You think we ain't figure out what you do Bitch we already have the clues You really think you all that Everything you say, that shit is cap The only shit I believe is that you so broke, you can't even afford a cab I got that cash You ain't like that You shop at Ross You "Dress for less" Just start to talk And please confess We know you lying It's for the best And just do, what you're told Or other people will put you on hold They won't trust, and they'll ignore Girl you cheating, just like before Girl, we all saw the clothes All the lies between you toes Got me like, "What I do, bro?" Found out you really a hoe You ain't welcome here, don't ever come back Cause you really just a pain in the ass You have NO LOVE, NO CARE, NO THOUGHT, NO LOVE, you just a PIECE OF TRASH I ain't gon play too much How much does it take to keep that mouth shut? Yo bich be tossed everywhere, it's like she even give a fuck What's she hidin' in her truck? Is someone paying big bucks? You better start confessin' cuz soon you 'bout to be fucked up I ain't even a snitch Tell the truth, you lame ass bich Imma need a CONFESSION, DEPRESSION, a FEELIN', A SOMETHING TO WORK THIS GLITCH I ain't even apart of this STITCH This lame ass hoe got me ending my shift She be LYING, and SMILING, and DYING but to me she's just like any other BICH