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f..cking Told U Lyrics


Young Thug f..cking Told U

[Intro]
I f..cking told

[Chorus]
I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I f..cking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I f..cking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you (Man)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm so lit (Spider) on a bitch (Huh)
Come through Rick (Ricky), that's my bitch
We been sneakin', and it's lit (Oh, okay)
I been smashin' (Smash) for a year
I spent cash (On what?) on a trip (Oh, okay)
Five hundred bands (Bands) on my wrist (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Wrist (Uh), wrist (Uh)
Naked (Naked), bad girl (Bad, bad)
Introducin' her to Barbie World (Barbie)
Askin', bet you get it (Bet)
Assassin, I kill that kitty (Uh)
Shut up, bitch, and make me (And make me)
You wanna date me (Uh-huh)
She wanna cake me (She wanna cake a nigga)
Birthday cake (Hol' on, yeah)
So cool, I'm eight (I'm cool, I'm eight)
On birthday cake (On cake)
Hit once, display (Display)
I'll call back later (I f..cking told, Spider)
[Chorus]
I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I f..cking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I f..cking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yеah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you

[Verse 2]
Aw, shit, we back outsidе (Uh-huh), we bring the thots out (Shit)
She hear ice (This cash), I brought the rocks out (The rocks)
She top the Birkin (Yeah), she smell like Baccarat (On God)
Go pick the car (Skrrt), 'cause all this our shit (This ours)
Bad small shit (Small), make that bitch a boss shit (Yeah, yeah, boss)
I never walk again (I never walk, bitch), I pull up, drop your jaw shit (Skrrt)
Before I talk shit (Uh-huh, talk, hol' on), go one-fifty, new closet (Go one-fifty)
I done unlocked it (Yeah), she wetter than a faucet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, you big (Big), expand (Uh), expand (Uh)
You f..ck around with lil' shawty (You f..ck), you're my friend, get spinned (Spinned)
The door go up on the Benz (Skrrt), but this the Lam' (Uh), the Lam' (Lam')
She like, "Daddy, I'm fire," I'm like, "Yeah" (Yeah), "Yes, ma'am" (Yes, ma'am)
Yes, ma'am (Yeah), yes, ma'am (Yeah), yes, ma'am (Yes, ma'am), yes, ma'am (Ma'am)
Baby, come and tell 'em how you got me out the jam (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer than that pussy Uncle Sam (On God)
Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Can-Ams (I f..cking told)

[Chorus]
I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I f..cking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I f..cking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you


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