Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truth Be Told, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Truth Be Told |
| Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain’t rich yet |
| Truth be told, I hit your ho, won’t get your bitch back |
| I’ll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still’ll get checked |
| Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet |
| New bitch all on my line, told her she’ll be fine, ain’t give her dick yet |
| Told 'em I’ma pop out, I got options, I ain’t pick yet |
| Heard what they said, I’ma get 'em dead, but they ain’t blitz yet |
| We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don’t do get-backs, yeah |
| Said I don’t eat good, but I ain’t sick yet, I need a big check |
| And when I pop out with my new bitch, that’s a big flex |
| Said I wouldn’t be big, but shit, I did that, got a new crib, did that |
| Got a new car, did that, 2x so I can’t sit back |
| And I’ll be damned a nigga blam me and I ain’t seen my kids' kids yet |
| She wanna lay up, I told her I don’t do kickbacks |
| They ask me do I party? |
| I said, «Hardly,» nigga |
| I’m fucked up in the head, so I don’t party with 'em |
| Don’t be tryna let 'em know I’m thug, but I’m mean muggin' shit |
| Wish I knew Tydre before that party got my brother hit |
| Fast money, wish my sister wasn’t in love in with that |
| When I found out Nae wasn’t my cousin, made her love the dick |
| Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain’t rich yet |
| Truth be told, I hit your ho, won’t get your bitch back |
| I’ll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still’ll get checked |
| Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet |
| New bitch all on my line, told her she’ll be fine, ain’t give her dick yet |
| Told 'em I’ma pop out, I got options, I ain’t pick yet |
| Heard what they said, I’ma get 'em dead, but they ain’t blitz yet |
| We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don’t do get-backs, yeah |
| I feel like karma gon' come get me 'cause I’m haunted |
| Fucked a stripper bitch from Onyx |
| And I feel like I love that ho |
| Gang hit a lick for six, thought he was ballin' |
| Like he scored, he got to tauntin' |
| Now he dead, and I love my bro, yeah |
| Gotta keep that nina by my waistline, yeah |
| Want that Piguet, so I don’t waste time |
| If I hit his head, we gon' call it FaceTime |
| Me and my bitch gotta think alike like we got great minds |
| Shit, I heard it through the grapevine, he got eight, but he might take five |
| I don’t wear no cape, but I’ma save y’all |
| Got family, so I’ma make mine |
| Even if it’s dark clouds in the daytime |
| You always find a way to make my day shine |
| Lord knows I want that Audemar, but I ain’t rich yet |
| Truth be told, I hit your ho, won’t get your bitch back |
| I’ll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still’ll get checked |
| Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet |
| New bitch all on my line, told her she’ll be fine, ain’t give her dick yet |
| Told lil' mama pop out, I got options, I ain’t pick yet |
| Heard what they said, I’ma get 'em dead, but they ain’t blitz yet |
| We gon' slide first, put 'em in that hearse, we don’t do get-backs, yeah |