I Know
She gon' fuck for the check I know (I know)
I know, yeah yeah, I know
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (Yeah I know)
I know, I know (Ahhh)
Ballin like i'm Curry
If you come into my town we shoot for thirty (bow bow)
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (No cap)
She gonna fuck for the check I know lil nigga I know
Got nowhere to go
I'm down up on the road, then I push it up for more (Push it up for more yeah)
Sliding on your block, and you know this shit is cold
And you know my neck is froze (Neck is froze)
Rock with me yeah, you ain't used to go and pop with me yeah
She want to fuck for the check I know (I know)
Know you gonna be next I know lil nigga I know
Sliding on my jack and jill, we made it up and down the hill
Fuck her in my Tommy Hilfiger, I'm a real nigga, bad bitch getter
Cold like Minnesota imma make you shiver
You know that I'm a real nigga, I was born a winner
But I was born a sinner, you know I got to get it
And now I got the digits, and now I'm bout to flip it yeah
If there's a goalie I can get it it yeah
She never let me hit it hit it yeah, Lambo with the tints so you can't see me in it
She gon' fuck for the check I know (I know)
I know, yeah yeah, I know
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (Yeah I know)
I know, I know
Ballin like i'm Curry (No cap)
If you come into my town we shoot for thirty (That's a wrap)
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (No cap)
She gonna fuck for the check I know lil nigga I know
Lil nigga I know, I know lil nigga I know yeah (Yeah yeah)
Lil nigga I know this Xay Astro
(Uh, ayy, ayy, what? What? What? What?)
All these bitches, they be blowin' up my phone (RIP Jack)
I know (Bitch, I know)
I know, ayy
I know, I know (Ayy, let's get it)
I know (Ayy, let's get it)
I know (Ayy, let's get it)
I know (RIP Jack)
I know (RIP Jack)
I know (RIP Jack)
I (RIP Jack)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
All these bitches, they be blowin' up my phone, ayy
I know (I know)
I know, yeah, ayy
Double cup the styrofoam, ayy (Yeah)
I know, ayy (Yeah)
I know, ayy (I know)
Do your dance on that bitch, I know, ayy (I know)
I know, ayy (I know)
I know, I know, I know
I know, yeah yeah, I know
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (Yeah I know)
I know, I know (Ahhh)
Ballin like i'm Curry
If you come into my town we shoot for thirty (bow bow)
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (No cap)
She gonna fuck for the check I know lil nigga I know
Got nowhere to go
I'm down up on the road, then I push it up for more (Push it up for more yeah)
Sliding on your block, and you know this shit is cold
And you know my neck is froze (Neck is froze)
Rock with me yeah, you ain't used to go and pop with me yeah
She want to fuck for the check I know (I know)
Know you gonna be next I know lil nigga I know
Sliding on my jack and jill, we made it up and down the hill
Fuck her in my Tommy Hilfiger, I'm a real nigga, bad bitch getter
Cold like Minnesota imma make you shiver
You know that I'm a real nigga, I was born a winner
But I was born a sinner, you know I got to get it
And now I got the digits, and now I'm bout to flip it yeah
If there's a goalie I can get it it yeah
She never let me hit it hit it yeah, Lambo with the tints so you can't see me in it
She gon' fuck for the check I know (I know)
I know, yeah yeah, I know
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (Yeah I know)
I know, I know
Ballin like i'm Curry (No cap)
If you come into my town we shoot for thirty (That's a wrap)
She gonna fuck cause I'm next I know (No cap)
She gonna fuck for the check I know lil nigga I know
Lil nigga I know, I know lil nigga I know yeah (Yeah yeah)
Lil nigga I know this Xay Astro
(Uh, ayy, ayy, what? What? What? What?)
All these bitches, they be blowin' up my phone (RIP Jack)
I know (Bitch, I know)
I know, ayy
I know, I know (Ayy, let's get it)
I know (Ayy, let's get it)
I know (Ayy, let's get it)
I know (RIP Jack)
I know (RIP Jack)
I know (RIP Jack)
I (RIP Jack)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
All these bitches, they be blowin' up my phone, ayy
I know (I know)
I know, yeah, ayy
Double cup the styrofoam, ayy (Yeah)
I know, ayy (Yeah)
I know, ayy (I know)
Do your dance on that bitch, I know, ayy (I know)
I know, ayy (I know)
I know, I know, I know
Credits
Writer(s): Walter Lewis
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