เนื้อเพลง I Know - Yo Gotti
เนื้อเพลง I Know
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I Know I know I know
I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
You ain't that n*gga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
Them streets, they f*ck with me strong
And them b*tches gon f*ck just because money long
You know that I know I know I know
Well you know that I know it I know it I know
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a f*ck n*gga and it ain't a secret
I'm so official they can referee it (they know I am)
Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my n*ggas shine
I know what I know and man that's all I know
I take 63 girls and try to make a four
That's a couple ounces if I get it right
Wanna see my homies rich cause n*gga this the life
I know
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[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I know that you ain't that n*gga you claim to be
Despite how much money I make this sh*t ain't changing me
I know I know I know a lot of these n*ggas, they lame to me
I'm blown, I smoke what I rolled The same n*gga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby)
I'm on the west coast in a low rider
4 b*tches tryna leave with me
Ain't enough room and I don't know ya'll
I'm high as f*ck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
F*ck wrong with you? you profiling
I done made a million and I didn't go to college (F*ck you mean)
And all my n*ggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
He don't know nobody, can't trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest n*ggas left and I told that b*tch
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[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I wanna see my homies rich forever
I know some secrets, I'll never tell em
I got some birds but I'd never mail em
You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain't never met em
Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
I know that n*ggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic
And the drophead, of the 71 cutlass on 8's
And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake
But I'm with the same old n*ggas that I started with
Same young n*ggas I was robbing with
And if these n*ggas have a problem with
Got them automatic pistols no revolver sh*t (Bang!)
And I know n*ggas sell they soul, go against they guy
F*ck n*ggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?
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