I Told You

Yeah i told you i dont want no fuckin bag
Yeah i told you i just want my family back
Finna fold you choppa make him do a dance
Devil sold you now you got them bloody hands
When i roll through all these people yell my name
I control you but this aint no fuckin game
Over old you i dont want no wedding ring
Cant chill wit all these motherfuckin lames

Bitch im swerving in my lane
I might kick it to the right
I be running through the day
Tryna get through fuckin life
Yeah i wanted you to stay
But now i just wanna fight
I just looked at yo plain jane
But it aint got lots of ice
Takin 10 shots to the brain
I dont sleep at fuckin night
Carti said im goin cray
He my brother keep it tight
At least thats what imma say
Bitch im zoomin outta sight
I be countin all this cake
Only care about the ice

Yeah i told you i dont want no fuckin bag
Yeah i told you i just want my family back
Finna fold you choppa make him do a dance
Devil sold you now you got them bloody hands
When i roll through all these people yell my name
I control you but this aint no fuckin game
Over old you i dont want no wedding ring
Cant chill wit all these motherfuckin lames

Bitches pull up to the show
And they dancin fuckin naked
I aint fuckin wit no hoe
I aint down wit all the fakin
Bitch im never goin slow
All this speed that i be gaining
Understand that you my foe
But i wish you fuckin make it
I be sippin on this fanta
Leaning back im feelin faded
Livin like a rockstar
This the life that i created
Livin like a popstar
All these pretty bitches' faces
Yeah im finna go hard
This one for the fuckin ages

Yeah i told you i dont want no fuckin bag
Yeah i told you i just want my family back
Finna fold you choppa make him do a dance
Devil sold you now you got them bloody hands
When i roll through all these people yell my name
I control you but this aint no fuckin game
Over old you i dont want no wedding ring
Cant chill wit all these motherfuckin lames

Yeah i told you i dont want no fuckin bag
Yeah i told you i just want my family back
Finna fold you choppa make him do a dance
Devil sold you now you got them bloody hands
When i roll through all these people yell my name
I control you but this aint no fuckin game
Over old you i dont want no wedding ring
Cant chill wit all these motherfuckin lames



Credits
Writer(s): Don Campbell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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