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UnoTheActivist – Tell Me Who Better Lyrics

Tell Me Who Better By UnoTheActivist

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Aye-yai-yai-yai
Aye-yai-yai-yai
Aye-yai-yai-yai
Yeah, yeah
(Uno, I killed it)

Sippin’ promethazine
Whipping amphetamine
Woke up in the limousine
Smoking on cookies and cream
Loving the loving, trap like a veteran
My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai)
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Wedding band is on me, look like a wedding ring
She got the work and that’s how we flexing me
Bitch, you’d be lucky if you can stand next me
And my bitch ballin’, I’m not Kevin Federline
And I got big birds and they ain’t come from Sesame

I come in deep in your home, I investigate
I got some virgins than want to have sex with me
Bih’ wanna drill me ’cause I got the recipe
They gon’ have to double twice, I get the recipe
I got the chopper, shoot him, I’m gonna shoot him ’til that boy is rest in peace
Okay, my diamonds, they blindin’ you carelessly
Nigga tried to play me like I am a fool
Pity the fool that really trying to play me
Booty stand up like she the real Slim Shady
She a crack baby like she from the eighties
I’m having dope like I’m Lil Baby
Ice in the cup, nigga, come face me
All of this gold really Caucasian
I got the voice for any situation
I got the blicky, licky in particular
Know I throw the blicky if this shit get sticky
She ride on that dick like a Kawasaki
No Parker but what I say about a Willie?
No kids, I got that ho up in a giddy
My diamonds look better when I got on Fendi
My bitch is so pretty ’cause she got on Fenty
Can you get down and gritty when it come to clitty?
You dig what I’m sayin’?

Sippin’ promethazine
Whipping amphetamine
Woke up in the limousine
Smoking on cookies and cream
Loving the loving, trap like a veteran
My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai-yai)
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Wedding band is on me, look like a wedding ring
She got the work and that’s how we flexing me
Bitch, you’d be lucky if you can stand next me
And my bitch ballin’, I’m not Kevin Federline
And I got big birds and they ain’t come from Sesame

(Brr)
(Killed it)