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juliann alexander - know better lyrics

[chorus]
these n-ggas, these n-ggas, these n-ggas
ain’t your n-ggas like they say they is
no, no
and these b-tches, these b-tches, these b-tches
ain’t your b-tches like they say they is
no, no
ion’t got trust issues
i just know better
i just know better
i just know better
i just know better
these n-ggas ain’t your n-ggas like they say they is
no, no

[verse 1]
she not a real none
she’s the type of b-tch that hold a n-gga back
but if she catch me off that hennessy
imma’ just grab that gold tack and i swear it’s a wrap
don’t play dumb you already know what’s up
don’t catch yourself trippin’ cause s-x dont’ mean nun’
can’t fall in love, i’m in love with myself
hiding text messages is bad for your health
and i don’t like bein’ played with
so you can move on with that playing sh-t
and i don’t like bein’ lied to so now on some player sh-t
only loyal to the bank roll
i’m just lookin’ for a better way
b-tches switch up everyday, ’cause n-ggas switch up everyday

[verse 2]
met him in a summer, friend of a brother
she be flirtin’, but they ain’t never kissed each other
he be actin’ like they be f-ckin’ each other
he be actin’ like they be in love with each other
knowin’ that she git a man at home
and she don’t want to leave the n-gga alone
but he don’t know how to take no
and he don’t know how to let it go
she don’t love him but she trusts that n-gga
he want her, she don’t want that n-gga
he been in the friend zone from the start
but to him it’s till death do us part
called her up talkin’ about yeah, i miss you
i’m around the corner and i’m bout to come get you
came outside hopped in the rental
as she lookin’ out the window, he got his finger on the trigger
ratatatattat blood on the curb and she’s laid on the back
that’s how a mother grows up with no mother
from a city where you duck and you cover
that’s why i don’t trust these n-ggas
that’s why i don’t trust these b-tches
these b-tches ain’t got your best interest
only looking for the n-gga who’s the richest

[chorus]
these n-ggas, these n-ggas, these n-ggas
ain’t your n-ggas like they say they is
no, no
and these b-tches, these b-tches, these b-tches
ain’t your b-tches like they say they are
no, no

[interlude]
man, life is crazy
one day you’re here
the next day you’re just a memory
rest in peace grandma
rest in peace chepe
the n-gga for life
heaven come way

[bridge]
pour one up
pour one up
for the dead homies
i don’t trust no n-gga
they’d rather see you dead (homie)
f-ck what the n-ggas are talking about
f-ck what them n-ggas sayin’ homie
i wake up just to see you another day, another dead homie

[verse 3]
i got b-tches that die for the kid
but i’m down for my motherf-ckin’ inch
needa bigger house my momma down for the bench
got to write my n-gga letter
cause he locked up in the pin and he go
5 or 6 or something
he gon’ need a b-tch or something
he been gone to long bouta’ cut his wrist or something

- juliann alexander lyrics

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