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ross - knowledge lyrics

i be spending in a bando
she a yellow in a benzo
we get high then we let go
we on the low low
pull the trigger, i go
all my ladies cooking with a gas stove
no mediocre all i’m wanting now are bad girls
all my women they ungrateful
never mind that most of em are faithfull
stupid n-gg- see your facials
what you mean i’m always hateful?
fifty mil in my cheque tho
i ain’t surprised ho, working till i go gold
i be flexin man i go hard
chill with us you’d be a super star
i can’t even cruise all we got are super cars
(nun wrong with that man we go above the charts)
ay man i feel like lu will
and i’m getting paid man i feel like lu will
and i’m in the matrix i just took the blue pill
all y’all pressure me acting as if you will
why y’all testing me? like i don’t even keep that hammer next to me?
i think you tryna serve but i got the recipe
i ain’t tryna swerve n-gg-‘s caught eventually
well actually
everytime we get a drink it’s probably hennessey
drinking till we make our own minds up
you know that it flies when your times up
now you tryna sign up
i tried to tell you now you gotta line it up
shiver to the bone like a shy cub
why you wanna go through my stuff?
bad chick on my side she a pleaser
what a time all of you know me
funny how my ex thinks that i need her
i just wanna be a dope black beatle
i be killin all em karrots like a vegan
i done made her wet, d-mn i’m a teaser
i be holding her down then release her
but she never wanna leave so i leave her
i just stopped by
the money don’t stop so we done rocking ties
i don’t remember why you use to lie
got an i8 and it’s suicide
cause n-gg-s to do suicide
never use to cross since darker lies
haha what an alb-m
i feel like i’ve been blessed with a target
you just caught me slipping on my mind trap
we were in a fight and now she like that
ay, you saying you don’t see it man?
you telling me you never gonna hit her man?
ay
lemme just find where my mind’s at
ain’t gon rest till my mind’s back
remember all em times we rocking snapbacks?
now she in the kitchen cookin flapjacks
i been busy with my pay roll
now they all flexin with my old gold
don’t waste your time they all know bro
all you n-gg-hs jealous of my old flow
ey
hall of fame, hall of fame
mercari drops y’all gonna know my name
tryna go against me that become a vicious game
now you know my knowledge you ain’t got nothing else to say
ey

[exit]
eighty eight, mercari lifestyle

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