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Told Something Video (MV)




Performed By: 8stxrm
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: joshua rivera




8stxrm - Told Something Lyrics




Keep talking lies, u will never see my face
Come to the hill, u will see the truth for real

U will never see my life for real son
Niggas hatting because i got the real gun
No explanation cause he a real bitch
I got more time to spend while been rich

Call it a fact, ur just a brat, calling my name
Wheres it at,came in the track, came from the back
Ur just soo wack, claiming the brand, driving the tank, given a rank
Calling me stxrm, where was i born, give him some horn
Stay with the lord, there is no more, bitch

Keep talking lies, u will never see my face
Come to the hill, u will see the truth for real

Keep that shit, keep that shit, bitch, i dont want it, u can keep it

I wanna be alone, u caching my flow, nigga u broke
I am not on the low, get in the floor, bust on the door, came in with horror

Yo bitch a thoty, running the place please allow me
Spear the place in the country, far to explain democracy
U better count to 3, you'll explain to f*cking Quine
Know body cares who i really be, thats why i wasted like a dream
Come hear and spread your Cheeks, ama eat it honestly

Shout out to zillakami and camoranazi, came for the spit
Not to be lit, not to be fit, is it a trick, get the k-9, 3 or 4, 5
Get the numbers right, we aint playing right, get your big bike, ya ya

Keep talking lies, u will never see my face
Come to the hill, u will see the truth for real
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English

Keep talking lies, u will never see my face
Come to the hill, u will see the truth for real

U will never see my life for real son
Niggas hatting because i got the real gun
No explanation cause he a real bitch
I got more time to spend while been rich

Call it a fact, ur just a brat, calling my name
Wheres it at,came in the track, came from the back
Ur just soo wack, claiming the brand, driving the tank, given a rank
Calling me stxrm, where was i born, give him some horn
Stay with the lord, there is no more, bitch

Keep talking lies, u will never see my face
Come to the hill, u will see the truth for real

Keep that shit, keep that shit, bitch, i dont want it, u can keep it

I wanna be alone, u caching my flow, nigga u broke
I am not on the low, get in the floor, bust on the door, came in with horror

Yo bitch a thoty, running the place please allow me
Spear the place in the country, far to explain democracy
U better count to 3, you'll explain to f*cking Quine
Know body cares who i really be, thats why i wasted like a dream
Come hear and spread your Cheeks, ama eat it honestly

Shout out to zillakami and camoranazi, came for the spit
Not to be lit, not to be fit, is it a trick, get the k-9, 3 or 4, 5
Get the numbers right, we aint playing right, get your big bike, ya ya

Keep talking lies, u will never see my face
Come to the hill, u will see the truth for real
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Writer: joshua rivera
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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