She Know Something

Fuck the fire, we got grease
She lookin' real hard, baby, you must want
somethin'
She say, you him, baby, you must know somethin
We in saks, fifth, she don't even want nothin'
Lady in the streets, but for me, she get so
slutty
You know that, yeah, for me, she get so slutty

If you shake that ass, you gotta do it like you Hully Gully
Pretty thang, but that head game kinda ugly
Pussy make you buy the Moncler and the Scully
Pretty lil' brown thang, ass the roundest
Got 11,000 in my dolce trousers
Bring her on them niggas who be robbin' the robbers

Bitch want me to blast her in this Casablanca
I know what she want, I'm ahead of this shit
Man, these clown-ass niggas sellin' elephant ears
I'm doin' 80 to my bitch, let me put it in gear
Man, if you cry over me, I'ma denim her tears

Them niggas can't fuck with me, yeah, you know how I play, though
I walked in this bitch with somethin' thicker than J-Lo
Nigga, all of mines done did up rodeo
And niggas wonder why these hoes do what I say, so

Niggas wonder how cheez keep on my bankroll
Meanwhile, I'm eatin' a fat-ass stick at Mastros
I step on duck shit while we walk in the lakeshore
I never had duck, but right now I got taste for it

Sound good
Baby say she miss me
And I been fuckin' her since her jeans said miss me
Bitch taste codeine on my lips when she kiss me

Baby, you can never double back when you skip me
Wrinkles in my Saint Laurent shirt when she grip me
Makeup all on my shit too this shit finish
You can smell a fresh bankroll when you sniff it

Make a bad bitch lose control like Missy



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Writer(s): Chardon Scott
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