Young T & Bugsey - Truth Be Told lyrics

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Young T & Bugsey - Truth Be Told lyrics

[Intro] Truth be told I ain't lost nobody I needed The real ones still around Y'all be safe though [Verse 1: Young T & Bugsey] Truth be told, it cost me big quid for these buggus all on my wrist Truth be told, I got my own chick, I don't want nuttin' with your b*tch Truth be told, it's been a slow grind, but we top 5 in this b*tch Truth be told, we on that multi, yeah, multi with them gibs Truth be told, I feel like Evian, my neck water my wrist Truth be told, she got that Fenty on, that WAP gushie and bliss Truth be told, yo switch that celly on, the trap jumping and sh*t Truth be told, that Mackavelli on, I get around in the 5th Truth be told, I need that prong set, that 12 Years a Slave Truth be told, I'm in a local with 10's day to day Truth be told, I play the clock game, my name Flavor Flav Truth bе told, it's been a long way, we carved our own lane Truth bе told, I call these blood diamonds, they guide me through the Maze Truth be told, your girl, she involved, that checkpoint on Waze Truth be told, I got my tempo, my end goal is cake Truth be told, she send a XO, an XO, I slay [Verse 2: Young T] Used to peep in when my step daddy was bagging at house Used to get breeze off that shawty, bet she wanna know me now Roll the new wheels off the lot and it go least a hunnid thou' It's the 5fty drippy ni**as, ain't no messing with the sound Yeah, now I get when they say 'more money comes more problems' If I can't trust her, I don't want her, I don't need your log in They wanna envy me, but they don't wanna use they noggin' I'm hopping out the green Lambo, you know I'm feeling froggy [Verse 3: Bugsey] Couple perks of the relevance, some are menacing In my thoughts, I'm just checking in, silence deafening Bro don't work but he selling it, Bando Techanic Call it church how he blessing it, how he stretch a brick That's VVS's in my diamond teeth, look like Johnny Dang Money man, this ain't Johnny Dang, this the Boogey Man Pot and pans, do the double hand, whip a rubber band (Whip a rubber band) Wrap up, Taliban, I'm from the motherland (I'm from the motherland) [Verse 4: Young T & Bugsey] Truth be told, I'm in Milano, my mum Prada me Truth be told, my name Picasso, my ex on the beach Truth be told like El Dorado, my jewel game on fleek Truth be told, them man are jankro, the machine will beat Truth be told, my hands are clean, but my name in the streets Truth be told, we up in Buff Bay and cuz got the heat Truth be told, to us that's small change, we made that last week Truth be told, we are the 5 boys but we be top 3