I Told You So

Album: Hello (2012)
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  • Ayy, ayy, ayy, is it time?
    Green light
    Egotistic battle cry
    I-I was right, you was wrong
    Called you out, finished strong
    Whiskey sour lemonade
    Fence is up my barricade
    I had heart, you had spades
    I could see the color in your face as it fades
    And that's how it is, ain't no riddle
    Crunchy on the edge, but soft in the middle (middle)
    I've got a lot, you've got a little
    I'ma play war drum, you play the fiddle
    Do it real slow, lean on the bow
    Everybody sad when they miss a free throw
    Lost your control
    I'm on a roll
    Right all along
    And I knew it in my soul

    I told you so
    Don't wanna brag
    But you already know
    Oh-oh-oh
    I told you so
    Don't wanna brag
    But you already know
    You already know

    I told you, I told you
    I told you so, oh
    I told you, I told you
    I told you so

    Feels so good
    Doesn't it?
    Winnin' while they flubbin' it
    I was right
    You was wrong
    Figured I'd write it in a hip hop song
    Was it so hard to believe I could make it being me?
    Drank too much Ouzo
    My gosh, you know
    People say a lot of things
    Make you feel real small
    Push 'em out of the way ice latte tall
    I don't really care, I'm already there
    Caffeinated up to my eyes, I swear
    I'm on the top, you on the flop
    Goin' so long and I'm never gonna stop
    Lost your control
    I'm on a roll
    Right all along
    And I knew it in my soul

    I told you so
    Don't wanna brag
    But you already know
    Oh-oh-oh
    I told you so
    Don't wanna brag
    But you already know
    You already know

    I told you, I told you
    I told you so, oh
    I told you, I told you
    I told you so

    La-la-la, look at me now
    Fifteen rounds
    Bottle in my hand
    Pour a little on the ground
    Next time you wanna talk trash
    I'ma put it on blast
    You can get it if you ask for it
    Put it on the middle finger of the fat lady singin' out
    Shatter up ya glass house (oops)
    Ni hao (uh)
    Meanwhile (ha)
    I smile (oh)
    Then I go (woof)
    Animal style (boom)
    I be rackin' up another million
    Making me another killin'
    Superwoman on the top dollar billin'
    Yeah, I muster up a lot of feelings
    Tell me what you really think about it
    Kiddin', I don't even care
    And nobody listen to a fool's gold coated hater
    Be a baller, not a traitor please
    Hand me on my knees, talk to you later
    Na-na-na-na-whoop, there it go
    Right all along
    Yeah, I knew it in my soul

    I told you so (I told you so)
    Don't wanna brag (oh-oh)
    But you already know (ayy)
    Oh-oh-oh
    I told you so (I told you so)
    Don't wanna brag (oh-oh)
    But you already know (ayy)
    You already know
    I told you so
    Don't wanna brag
    But you already know (I told you so)
    Oh-oh-oh
    I told you so (yeah)
    Don't wanna brag
    But you already know (yo)
    You already know

    I told you, I told you
    I told you so, yeah
    I told you, I told you
    I told you so, woah Writer/s: Amy Heidemann, Jon Webb, Nick Noonan
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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