Told ya

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Yeat - Electronic, Rap

Told ya

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[Intro] Yeah, I just caught the vibe (Dulio) I just copped the Rolls-Royce with curtains on each side I been on the boot up so long, I lost my mind All my bitches love me, yeah, they lose they mind [Chorus] I just got my Tonka, I just got the bag, bitch I don't need you but I want you, you remind me of my old bitch I take X, bitch, I just roll with it, know none of my bitches average Bitch, I just caught the vibe, but I can't slide if it ain't no cash in it Bitch, I'm just so high, I might slide but I'm crashing it, I'm crazy Just got a new coupe off the lot, bitch, I'm just brashing it I been off the opiates so long, I feel like crashing it And when she pull up on me, she suck dick, she do so passionate Just tell me if you rock with it, tеll me if you popping it Tell me if you еver want some cash, you know I'm dropping it Yeah, I pour a four inside a soda, it's some drop in it Know I gotta change before I die but I can't stop this shit [Verse] Every time I try to right my wrongs, shit get bad I just be so high, I don't be trying, don't got no tabs Bitch, I rock these turbans like I'm crazy like an Arab I ain't never gon' give your ass a shot, you know I hate that I ain't gon' start this song, bitch, I don't feel like trying I went and dropped a dime on top of this bitch but I knew she was lying I went into the Porsche, bitch, I went and bought a Cayenne Yeah, it's nut inside her pores, bitch, she love to drink it in Yeah, been so back on Percs, I had to take a break from E Yeah, it feel like I was dying slowly but surely, yeah, Temple Not no bitch but all this money fill my mental Twizzy pulled up on this kid, he shot him up, now he's a lentil I was talking 'bout the Tonka so I bought it, fuck a rental I'm the latest and the greatest, that's the craziest part about it And I told 'em that they never gon' make it, that's the part they doubted You gotta listen to what I'm saying, I ain't screaming but I'm shoutin' Yeah, you say that you a rich boy, but I really doubt it We some motherfuckin' rich boys, everybody doubted We some go-and-take-your-bitch boys 'cause we be so clouted Take a look at my lil' wrist, boy, this bitch look like a foreign Cook it up like it's some Bonchon, we still been servin' chickens I been sippin' sideways, I ain't have no bad days Cut off all my old friends, I left they ass in last place Yeah, I just called twizz, yeah, just called up the Martians Yeah, I just called Tose' up, yeah, I just called up Barneys [Chorus] I just got my Tonka, I just got the bag, bitch I don't need you but I want you, you remind me of my old bitch I take X, bitch, I just roll with it, know none of my bitches average Bitch, I just caught the vibe, but I can't slide if it ain't no cash in it Bitch, I'm just so high, I might slide but I'm crashing it, I'm crazy Just got a new coupe off the lot, bitch, I'm just brashing it I been off the opiates so long, I feel like crashing it And when she pull up on me, she suck dick, she do so passionate Just tell me if you rock with it, tell me if you popping it Tell me if you ever want some cash, you know I'm dropping it Yeah, I pour a four inside a soda, it's some drop in it Know I gotta change before I die but I can't stop this shit

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Credits

Writers
  • Yeat
  • ​dulio
  • malikai