Told Ya
Your bitch throw her cat yeah
I ain't talking doja
I hate being sober yeah
I feel like I'm Sosa
I ain't got no friends yeah
Cause I can't trust no one
Off too many pills yeah
I think that I might throw up
Yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Diamonds round my neck now
Commas on my checks now
Bitch don't get your hopes up
You get let down
Jordan Peele baby
Yeah it's time to get out
Yea green light baby time to go
Yea I been off the mud I'm moving slow
Yea I'ma fucking demon snatch her soul
Huh, yeah oh woah yeah
Huh, oh woah yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Living life so reckless
And I've be so restless
Pockets filled with lettuce
And my whip electric
That's a Tesla
My bitch extra
Wish I never met ya
Your bitch throw her cat yeah
I ain't talking doja
I hate being sober yeah
I feel like I'm Sosa
I ain't got no friends yeah
Cause I can't trust no one
Off too many pills yeah
I think that I might throw up
Yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
I ain't talking doja
I hate being sober yeah
I feel like I'm Sosa
I ain't got no friends yeah
Cause I can't trust no one
Off too many pills yeah
I think that I might throw up
Yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Diamonds round my neck now
Commas on my checks now
Bitch don't get your hopes up
You get let down
Jordan Peele baby
Yeah it's time to get out
Yea green light baby time to go
Yea I been off the mud I'm moving slow
Yea I'ma fucking demon snatch her soul
Huh, yeah oh woah yeah
Huh, oh woah yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Huh, fuck love yeah
Living life so reckless
And I've be so restless
Pockets filled with lettuce
And my whip electric
That's a Tesla
My bitch extra
Wish I never met ya
Your bitch throw her cat yeah
I ain't talking doja
I hate being sober yeah
I feel like I'm Sosa
I ain't got no friends yeah
Cause I can't trust no one
Off too many pills yeah
I think that I might throw up
Yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
I might throw up, yeah
Watch me go up, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
Bitch I told ya, yeah
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Writer(s): Gino Sansivirini
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