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percaso - who knows lyrics

[intro]
(8+ 803 young)

[verse 1: saveaj & percaso]
huh, i can’t talk right now i’m in the booth, i’m fried (facts)
this hoe call my phone i don’t give a f+ck, i just tell em’ to slide (come slide)
everytime we see [?] a opp tryna sound like the gang, them n+ggas gon’ hide (hide!)
and i feel like i’m god, do got some bread in my pocket that i can divide (divide)
if i’m tellin’ that b+tch goin’ mono, huh
popping this b+tch out the [?], huh
i’m the first to cross when i’m on the bench, i’m going hard like bruno
huh, walked in yo spot i just popped me a ‘who know’ b+tch i been high like ‘who knows’ (who knows)
that n+gga saying he f+cked my b+tch, i don’t really give f+cks, like kudo’s
b+tch i got higher than pluto
kicking this sh+t like this sh+t cost a [?]
my b+tch keep asking mе questions, i hide from the camеra i’m [?] like a photo
them n+ggas be moving with other n+ggas, i been moving around n+gga solo
buy me a trigger, hit the l!ck and this b+tch jump, n+gga you’d think this is pogo
this b+tch keep tryna go back and forth, man h+ll nah, b+tch do i look like a yoyo?
my diamonds so cold when i walk in the spot n+ggas thinking this sh+t was a froyo
i told you i’m poppin’ that ac’ and i’m sippin’ that lean so i’m moving in slow+mo
these n+ggas be asking me questions, i don’t do no features, i don’t do a promo (geek, geek!)

[verse 2: percaso]
uh, uh, i’m in the booth, what you gon’ do, its a stick up (bow bow bow bow!)
i just walked in the party, we getting lit with the bl!ck up (bl!ck up!)
bad b+tch, she wanna twerk to my song, all she gon’ do is take pics [?]
kk got locked in, now he in the booth and all the labels wanna cl!ck up (he in the booth!)
kk sell out [?], living cool, how i’m tryna be
my brother say you p+ssy, and you know it, get the f+ck ‘from me
hoe gon’ stay the same, just like gunna, man i’m pushin’ p
f+ck a mia b+tch, if i wanna, go for money [?]
kk been locked in, he just might spaz, uh
heard he talking sh+t my youngin’s already been on the mag, uh (on the mag!)
how i walk in and you keep yo bl!ck tucked, you ain’t tryna play
15, paper chasing, you ain’t ’bout that sh+t, boy that sh+t sad

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