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neef buck – they know lyrics

[intro: neef buck]
yeah, they know, they know, they know
it’s rogers. they know, they know, they know, they know

[verse 1: neef buck]
since they screaming “time is money”
went and got me some rollies, yellow purple label shirt
that match with my kobe’s
and i don’t look at no tags, no i don’t look at no price
left one plain jane, the other flooded with ice
that i can rock at my show, all i know is get dough
might just leave my jewelry on when i’m hitting a hoe
yeah, my sh-t way colder, i done been all over
got a quickie at mr. chow, tell the chick to “bend over”
now i’m leaning in a coup, my bucket sitting low
run up on this car and i’m a tag your big toe
heckler & koch sh-t, kick like a rhino
n-body hating, he perpetrating and i know
i smell like ysl, ladies know me well
known in the streets for selling weed and fish-scale
mole street, bussin’ down a trash bag, cocaine jag
all they see is paper tags
got a line out cali, get gallons of the water
take a ride with the 30s and sell them for a quarter
if it’s cod tonight, i might cover the order
it’s bucky rogers, aka “the transporter”
f-ck how they feel, f-ck what they say
same p-ssy boys that can’t walk around their way
put a bounty on their head, my n-gg-s’ thirsty
i got distinguished shooters, they all worthy
they say they looking for me, but i ain’t hard to find
last time i seen them, they was quoting all my lines
and, i’m not talking bout no rap n-gg-s’
i’m only entertaining other trap n-gg-s’
showing her life, she never seen black sand
17 hour flight, just to get me a tan
just to rock my new clothes, just to sh-t on my foes
got chanel sandals on, just to show off my toes
my luggage cost more than n-gg-s’ cars do
treat every b-tch the same, i never fall through
caught him without his boss, he gave me teeth and palms
see me in the hood, but believe i’m getting mine
flipping like dirty kids on a mattress
keep talking, son gonna be a b-st-rd
cuz we don’t pull it out less’ we gonna blast it
i’m talking funeral service, and closed casket
streets want me to win, stacking more than i spend
messing with her, really wanting her friend
you come at my neck, i come at your chin
my youngins’ will shotgun you just to see how you spend

[hook: neef buck]
i done had too much drink and too much smoke
spend a dime of c-notes, it all smell like c-ke
you temporary n-gg-s’ gotta leak in your boat
you wanna hang yourself, i’ma hand you the rope
you feeling sensitive, better use dove soap
every bar i spit, n-gg-s’ think that i’m dissing
but, if the shoe fits you p-ss-es, then i think you should listen
it’s “fdm6” b-tch, fresh out the kitchen

- neef buck lyrics

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