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told u - cel nolackin lyrics

[chorus]
i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who run the block
(i told you n*ggas)
oh, i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who call the shots
(i swear i told you)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (yeah, i told you n*ggas)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (i done swear i told them, i told you n*ggas, yeah, i told ’em)
uh, i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who run the block
oh, i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who call the shots
(i swear i told you)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (yeah, i told you n*ggas, i swear to god)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (yeah, i told you n*ggas)

[post*chorus]
yeah, i had got that bag and put it up ’cause i can’t go back broke
(i can’t go back broke)
first young n*gga signed from out my projects, gave my trenches hope (i gave ‘еm hope)
i could put this ice around my neck and bеt i’ll sn*tch your ho (i’ll sn*tch that b*tch)
i been tryna to learn how to rap the game inside a figure four
(inside a figure four)

[verse]
my label don’t play no games, when they sent that bag, got a bulletproof truck (a bulletproof truck)
them n*ggas been talking that cash sh*t, up like a hundred, put his ass on hush (put his ass on—, shh)
n*ggas talking ’bout slidin’ on us, got a drac’ on me and that’s just a plus (and that’s just a plus)
when i got that bag, made them young n*ggas slide back*to*back, tell ’em, “call my bluff” (woo)
when i land in the bity, no ski mask on, got my face out, i still ain’t touched (i still ain’t touched)
my young n*gga ready to go tell them cross that line, i bet he bust it (grrt)
n*gga passed out glocks like donald trump, i done passed out about a dozen (about a dozen)
n*ggas know i’m lit in real life, i’ll f*ck your b*tch and swap for her cousin (f*ck)
n*ggas don’t even come ’round here ’cause they scared of us, know how we do it (know how we do it)
he can’t even trust ’em on that drill, might turn to ratatouille
(to ratatouille)
n*ggas know just how it go, we grab them glocks and get into it (and get into it)
once they book me in some cities (uh), i’m taking my k!llers right on tour (ooh, ooh*ooh)
listen, they gon’ rock out on that f*cking stage (the f*cking stage)
i’m goin’ hard, still yell out, “free my guys inside the cage”
(inside the f*cking cage)
they talkin’ ’bout all this slidin’ sh*t, can’t get back in my ways
(nah, nah, nah)
i made it far from tryna jump fences on opps, tryna catch a stain
[chorus]
i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who run the block
(i told you n*ggas)
oh, i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who call the shots
(i swear i told you)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (yeah, i told you n*ggas)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (i done swear i told them, i told you n*ggas, yeah, i told ’em)
uh, i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who run the block
oh, i told you n*ggas that i was gon’ be the one who call the shots
(i swear i told you)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (yeah, i told you n*ggas, i swear to god)
yeah, i told you n*ggas (yeah, i told you n*ggas)

[post*chorus]
yeah, i had got that bag and put it up ’cause i can’t go back broke
(i can’t go back broke)
first young n*gga signed from out my projects, gave my trenches hope (i gave ’em hope)
i could put this ice around my neck and bet i’ll sn*tch your ho (i’ll sn*tch that b*tch)
i been tryna to learn how to rap the game inside a figure four
(inside a figure four)

- cel nolackin lyrics

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