I Know (feat. Ace Hood) (Explicit)

歌詞

[Hook: x2] Ok I may know me some killas Bitch I may know me some goons I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude [Verse 1:] Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though? Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros Two Fours, suicide on the back do' Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo Pop off, shots to ya elbow More shells, comin through your window All black, semis slide in the renzo Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho 10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo Drop top, that's only when the wind blow See a nigga low pro, double M logo Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch She thick, nothin like ya average My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though Call me, Papi Chulo Polo when I'm ridin in the culo God damn, I'm way too gutta Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha Don't believe, just ask my brotha [Hook: x2] Bitch I may know me some killas Bitch I may know me some goons I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude [Verse 2:] Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo Know my t-shirt and boxers polo Love me a little coco loso Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no Hate when they say they ain't no groupie Trick you choose, and they already know so Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do Gettin some head, suck it so slow Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo Got a job and she wanna get paid mo Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so Six figure nigga 20 with the rate go Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo Blat blat, couple shots to ya Kangol Yessir when it's about that dinero Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo Double G sandals, tank top camo Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin Just imagine the penthouse pattern Pockets stay full of that cabbage Neck and wrist stay full of them karats Some shit you can't inherit Me and money eloped, we married [Hook: x2] Ok I may know me some killas Bitch I may know me some goons I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude