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Told You So Video (MV)




Performed By: prodby.tim
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: prodbytim ‎




prodby.tim - Told You So Lyrics
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Pull up in the whip, in the back seat
I'm too cold so I gotta pack heat
Straight off the dome, I don't need rap sheet
Every time I hit the ball, it get messy
Date night, yeah, I love the way you dressin
Ride around with my Glock, that my bestie
Dick riding, yeah, you know they be zesty
Baby, you the only one that impress me
Don't ask me how I'm doin
So hard to find what I'm pursuin
Stop fakin, who you foolin
Put my heart, no matter what I'm doin
I was on a rush, now it's ruined
Hit your phone like, what you doing
Still workin' even though they booing
I'm bout to get my bag like I'm suing
Can't catch me, I'm too fast
Can't match me, I let it blast
You trashed me like I'm in the past
And I still do anything you ask
Locked in just like I'm in class
Tank empty, bitch I smoke that gas
It ain't that deep, yeah, I let it pass
I been here too long, need to touch grass
I can't keep doin' the same things
I gave you my all, you my main thing
I'll take you wherever you wanna go
My favorite word is, I told you so
Pull up in the whip, in the back seat
I'm too cold so I gotta pack heat
Straight off the dome, I don't need rap sheet
Every time I hit the ball, it get messy
Date night, yeah, I love the way you dressin
Ride around with my Glock, that my bestie
Dick riding, yeah, you know they be zesty
Baby, you the only one that impress me
Don't ask me how I'm doin
So hard to find what I'm pursuin
Stop fakin, who you foolin
Put my heart, no matter what I'm doin
I was on a rush, now it's ruined
Hit your phone like, what you doing
Still workin' even though they booing
I'm bout to get my bag like I'm suing
Can't catch me, I'm too fast
Can't match me, I let it blast
You trashed me like I'm in the past
And I still do anything you ask
Locked in just like I'm in class
Tank empty, bitch I smoke that gas
It ain't that deep, yeah, I let it pass
I been here too long, need to touch grass
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Pull up in the whip, in the back seat
I'm too cold so I gotta pack heat
Straight off the dome, I don't need rap sheet
Every time I hit the ball, it get messy
Date night, yeah, I love the way you dressin
Ride around with my Glock, that my bestie
Dick riding, yeah, you know they be zesty
Baby, you the only one that impress me
Don't ask me how I'm doin
So hard to find what I'm pursuin
Stop fakin, who you foolin
Put my heart, no matter what I'm doin
I was on a rush, now it's ruined
Hit your phone like, what you doing
Still workin' even though they booing
I'm bout to get my bag like I'm suing
Can't catch me, I'm too fast
Can't match me, I let it blast
You trashed me like I'm in the past
And I still do anything you ask
Locked in just like I'm in class
Tank empty, bitch I smoke that gas
It ain't that deep, yeah, I let it pass
I been here too long, need to touch grass
I can't keep doin' the same things
I gave you my all, you my main thing
I'll take you wherever you wanna go
My favorite word is, I told you so
Pull up in the whip, in the back seat
I'm too cold so I gotta pack heat
Straight off the dome, I don't need rap sheet
Every time I hit the ball, it get messy
Date night, yeah, I love the way you dressin
Ride around with my Glock, that my bestie
Dick riding, yeah, you know they be zesty
Baby, you the only one that impress me
Don't ask me how I'm doin
So hard to find what I'm pursuin
Stop fakin, who you foolin
Put my heart, no matter what I'm doin
I was on a rush, now it's ruined
Hit your phone like, what you doing
Still workin' even though they booing
I'm bout to get my bag like I'm suing
Can't catch me, I'm too fast
Can't match me, I let it blast
You trashed me like I'm in the past
And I still do anything you ask
Locked in just like I'm in class
Tank empty, bitch I smoke that gas
It ain't that deep, yeah, I let it pass
I been here too long, need to touch grass
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