shamana – i know lyrics
[intro: otl beezy]
i know these n+ggas, they don’t want no smoke
i got a choppa, it sit at the door
i got a choppa, [?]
pull out that glock, you callin’ your mama
punchin’ your sh+t, i feel like a boxer
i know that you p+ssy, you don’t want no drama
i’m in this b+tch n+gga countin’ up commas
i’m in this b+tch n+gga strapped like osama
sosa, you made this b+tch?
[chorus: otl beezy]
walk in the trap, who knock at my door? (f+ck you knock at my door for?)
i got a b+tch if you want some more (want some more)
i know these n+ggas, these n+ggas be broke (broke ass n+ggas)
i’m in this b+tch with some bloods, some locs (suwoo)
n+ggas be p+ssy, they do it fo’ sho’ (p+ssy)
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know
walk in the trap, who knock at my door? (yeah)
i got a b+tch if you want some more
i know these n+ggas, these n+ggas be broke
i’m in this b+tch with some bloods and some locs (suwoo)
these n+ggas be p+ssy, thеy do it fo’ sho’ (p+ssy)
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know
[verse: otl beezy]
n+ggas false claim and we slittin’ thеy throat (f+ck)
i know these n+ggas, they moving too slow
[?] still moving some snow (snow)
i’m in this b+tch and i’m f+ckin’ your ho (f+ck)
i know these n+ggas, they don’t want no smoke
i got a choppa, it sit at the door
i got a choppa, [?]
pull out that glock, you callin’ your mama
punchin’ your sh+t, i feel like a boxer
i know that you p+ssy, you don’t want no drama
i’m in this b+tch n+gga countin’ up commas
i’m in this b+tch n+gga strapped like osama
go k!ll his partner, he turn to a rasta
play his sh+t, turn his head to some pasta
i know them n+ggas, them n+ggas imposters
[?] we feelin’ like shottas
f+ckin’ with snitches, these n+ggas be b+tches (b+tchass)
i’m in this b+tch n+gga with a ho
i’m in this b+tch n+gga pourin’ fours
i got a crip n+gga to the door
i got a red dot wit’ a scope (hah)
i got a thick b+tch tryna smoke
i know these n+ggas, these n+ggas be hoes
i know these n+ggas, these n+ggas be broke
i know these n+ggas ain’t movin’ no loads
i know these n+ggas, these n+ggas ain’t bros
hop in the foreign, i feel presidential
she f+ck with a blood, she seen my credentials
i pull off the lot, hit plays in a rental
she suckin’ my d+ck, my stick in her dental
shootin’ at n+ggas then say that i’m mental
poppin’ a bean, i say i’m pent up
n+ggas be p+ssy, them n+ggas [?]
k!ll him, and k!ll who he sent for
n+ggas be p+ssy, them n+ggas [?]
[chorus]
walk in the trap, who knock at my door?
i got a b+tch if you want some more
i know these n+ggas, these n+ggas be broke
i’m in this b+tch with some bloods, some+
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