Lyrics Told Em! - Autumn!, Summrs

Told Em!

Woah (
Yeah
Woah (
Yeah
), woah, yeah, yeah
Woah-woah, woah, yeah-yeah (
Ha, ha, ha
), yeah-yeah
Keep that bitch on me wherever I’m going
I’m gon' call her Atlantic 'cause she get wet just like a ocean
My styrofoam cup so muddy, that bitch so potent
Twenty racks on me, yeah, twenty bands on me, lil' bitch, I know you noticed
Never seen a nigga do a magic trick?
I can make 'em disappear, hocus pocus
Hoes up in the coupe, yeah, hoes in the coupe, I’m pushing these fucking Trojans
I just need you to know, I hope you know it
I’m playing with the racks, I’ll spnd 'em on your ass, all you gotta do is be
not bogus
On the -way, bitch, we floating
Yeah, and my songs, I never wrote 'em
I told 'em I was gon' be that nigga, yeah, yeah, I told 'em
I told 'em I was gon' be that nigga, yeah, yeah, I told 'em
I told 'em I was gon' be that nigga, yeah, yeah, I told 'em
I told 'em I was gon' be that nigga, yeah, yeah, I told 'em
Keep that bitch on me wherever I’m going
She just wanna hit my phone again 'cause she see I started blowing
And bro said he got the Za', I told him, «Roll it»
A nigga talking that rah-rah, the chopper gon' do the same, we gon' dispose him
And these niggas really be broke, I really could do it but I won’t expose him
Nine times out of ten, you won’t even know him
This nigga think shit sweet, we gon' have to show him
I need another freak just for me but if I say the word, then she gon' blow him
(I need another freak just for me but she gon' blow him)
(I need another freak just for me but she gon' blow him)
A nigga think shit sweet, it gon' have to show him
I need another freak just for me but if I say the word, then she gon' blow him
Keep that bitch on me wherever I’m going
I’m gon' call her Atlantic 'cause she get wet just like a ocean
My styrofoam cup so muddy, that bitch so potent
Twenty racks on me, yeah, twenty bands on me, lil' bitch, I know you noticed
Never seen a nigga do a magic trick?
I can make 'em disappear, hocus pocus
Hoes up in the coupe, yeah, hoes in the coupe, I’m pushing these fucking Trojans
I just need you to know, I hope you know it
I’m playing with the racks, I’ll spend 'em on your ass, all you gotta do is be
not bogus
On the e-way, bitch, we floating
Yeah, and my songs, I never wrote 'em
I told 'em I was gon' be that nigga, yeah, yeah, I told 'em
I told 'em I was gon' be that nigga, yeah, yeah, I told 'em