Told You So
(Goddamn Galalie)
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(ID, please)
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Uh-uh, uh-uh
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Baby, I ain't tryna be your Romeo
You know I'm a Christian, I drip Dior from head to toe
Hitters fuck with me 'fore I let you know (uh, uh, uh)
'Fore you end up on a shirt and then I'm rappin' 'bout, "I told you"
Been on hella rides, not includin' rollercoaster (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a check in my cheeks, but I'm cheeky when I buck the foes
Talkin' 'bout poles, but your pockets low (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You say that you got enough for smoke, but your pockets don't
All I ever wanted was my Rollie froze
Had an argument with my yesterday bitch, was my tomorrow ho
Dick her down once then I got to go
For the times I never had it, put designer on my collarbone
Rap money, but I'll still shot a stone
Some days I'm angry at the world, like, "Today I ain't pickin' up my phone"
Papa can't wait 'til my brother's home
Got grabbed for a county line, the judge gave him five of those
Fake niggas tryna act real, I don't fuck with you
Numbers off a brick phone, the neighbours know I'm runnin' shoots
Spot a fiend, take this free smoke, take my number too
She think she's my number one, she's nowhere near my number two
Baby, I ain't tryna be your Romeo
You know I'm a Christian, I drip Dior from head to toe
Hitters fuck with me 'fore I let you know (uh, uh, uh)
'Fore you end up on a shirt and then I'm rappin' 'bout, "I told you"
Been on hella rides, not includin' rollercoaster (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a check in my cheeks, but I'm cheeky when I buck the foes
Talkin' 'bout poles, but your pockets low (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You say that you got enough for smoke, but your pockets don't
Baby, I ain't tryna be your Romeo (tryna be your Romeo)
You know I'm a Christian, I drip Dior from head to toe
Hitters fuck with me 'fore I let you know (let you know)
'Fore you end up on a shirt and then I'm rappin' 'bout, "I told you so"
I told you so