Bartbourne - TOLD YA Lyrics

Hey
Hold on boy (hol on, hol,on)
F*ck up out my way , thought I told ya boy
Knock a nigga off, like a soldier boy
Yea
You'ing to the club call me soulja boy
Got them sticks up in the club
Got them soldier toys (solider toys)
Yea
Knock 'em on they ass, on the shoulder boy
Yea
What you doing over her , thought I told you boy
I got that stick up on that beam , nigga what's that noise
Aye
What y'all doing over here, nigga what y'all doing
Nigga don't talk to me under them fake ass accounts
I ain't picking up nigga, y'all niggas some clowns
Yea I couldn't make it man, I wasn't in town
They say they run this shit, but they ain't running my town
They say they started shit, but they ain't started my sound
It's up to me , so I ain't gon let y'all down
They in poverty, that's where they all been living now
Y'all niggas hilarious , nobody take y'all serious
Take a trip to Siberia
I was in the fun ball with Victoria
Show ass talking euphoria
AOT yea hysteria
They cannot come in my area
They cannot come to America
She said I'm a genius, but do you really mean it
I don't need your clarity nigga, I already knew it
Yea I'm fighter jet nigga, yea im running right threw it
We in private jets nigga, and that nigga still blew it
Hey
Hold on boy (hol on, hol,on)
F*ck up out my way , thought I told ya boy
Knock a nigga off, like a soldier boy
Yea
You'ing to the club call me soulja boy
Got them sticks up in the club
Got them soldier toys (solider toys)
Yea
Knock 'em on they ass, on the shoulder boy
Yea
What you doing over her , thought I told you boy
I got that stick up on that beam , nigga what's that noise
Aye
What y'all doing over here, nigga what y'all doing