Lyrics:
soldiers
Big head, I thought I told ya!
Big head, I thought I told ya!
You gotta get that money no matter what you do
You gotta get that money and represent
the Louis so we 'bout to go
I just spent fifteen hundred on Balenci'
My toes we got hidden money
You don't know where it go
I been sippin' muddy
Gotta get
the O
You can check my dope
I’m cold
Flow hitting like coke
Avalanche make it snow
You can check my quotes
No lies told
Yeah
Now to the check I go
Yeah
bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit
Playing i told them niggas that they times up
Working on the low I swear I had to grind up
Been them niggas for so long I gave them a reminder
Money in
louder, go talk to your pope
They say it's hood but they just smokin' dope
What you expect when that's all that they know
So get out my face
When I'm gone
Watching them smoke clouds rise to the sky
Uh, Get out your feeling, life passing you by
Hop in a spaceship and I'm tryna fly
Going somewhere where the time
him speakin shut up
I ain't playin' around no more
Talk to em Pop , walk it down like Pope let's go
And I'ma get it by any reason
I'm goin' hard like
you speak to me
I've got like six personas
Still a loner
So stay out my space
Six feet, like it's Corona
Told me she was classy, then she ordered up
split your belly with the Maschetti, long
Tears your arms of your shoulders, and tell you to, hold on
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right
I used
weren't quite sure, we had a few doubts
Would Evita win through?
But the answer is yes!
There you are, I told you so
Makes no difference where
Evita win through?
(Aides:) But the answer is yes
(Peron:)
There you are, I told you so
Makes no difference where she goes
The whole world over just
life
Big boss you can see in my eye
I know I'm a star cuz I stay in the sky
Gotta move sharp just like a knife (So-Fly)
Ain't give you no ring, why you
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up
I must be the pope
She sucking the dick like a baby with toes
Say you got bread, but I turn you to toast
Got my dog in the back so you know I ain't
They told me I should bring the wave back
So I never get to lay back
They got me focused on that payback
I'm still focused on that payback So I never
rubbin' my back
(back)
So many times I could've stolе yo' pack (Ayy)
Called up lil' Maajins told him
"Send me a pack" i kеpt it real 'cause I
Can't fold
Then pull off your coat and roll up your sleeve
For Longstreet is a hard road to travel - I'm afraid! I'm afraid!
Then said Lincoln unto Pope
"You can
and don't know who to blame
A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting,
naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if
Bell Air Prince,
Just my Niggaz gettin fingerprints on the walls,
on the clip,
yeah, I got your letter hommie,
and I did what you told me,
No father
to see heaven
Have faith and believe
Jehovah Jirah
The king of ALL kings
The root of all blessings
Creator of trees
You shed your blood
Just so I can be
about it
Pope hoe just a new stance like my influence
Well recognize you a lie tryin' do it
Got juice told your lady oops, we nuts baby
Smooth
thug, description might fit you
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you think
Blood
Discuss these i told you so by cassadee pope Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In