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t.y. - i know lyrics

[intro]
yeah
you know we get that money n-gga
yo b-tch and her friend see that
haha, yeah
look

[hook]
pull up on a b-tch playing old hot boys
i’m a hot boy girl you should hop in my car
n-gga asking me did i f-ck his hoe
why you going off what you heard not what you saw
man down think he need back up
now i ran out of bullets so i picked the mac up
i’m bout my business i handle that first
get out of line, end up on a shirt

[chorus](x2)
i know these n-ggas snitching
i heard these hoes plotting
i know these n-ggas hating
i know these hoes bopping
thats why i watch ’em

[verse 2]
look
real sh-t they don’t even need lights on
whole crew walked in with ice on
this strap up grind all night song
and i’m there for my n-ggas right or wrong
phone going dim gotta make the convo quick
everywhere i go boutta hit me a l!ck
think that it’s broke by the way that it sit
let em see me i don’t ride with no tint
ex – roll up another one not out that pack
but out the other one
got me a check, went got another gun
i like to drive foreign cars for fun
make every b-tch feel like she the one
get the p-ssy once and then i’m done
we ain’t gon’ never see rainy days
that’s what my brother gambino said
ever since then we’ve been getting cake
working nonstop n-gga motherf-ck break
smoke ’em back to back help me concentrate
and the feds watching like we pushing weight
jets b-tch we so hot
the corporation that never die
life turned green smoked out my tires

[chorus](x2)
i know these n-ggas snitching
i heard these hoes plotting
i know these n-ggas hating
i know these hoes bopping
thats why i watch ’em

[verse 3]
walk in the spot with the d-ckies fit
already peepin’ out which b-tch imma hit
my dog pointed out this one lil chick
cute face long hair and that -ss was thick
i thought to myself these the ones to watch
cause they’ll get a n-gga for the chain and watch
don’t give a f-ck if you got game or not
aim or not, n-gga once your got your got
f-cking up these commas
city to city, they rocking with me
and i’m being honest
light hit my wrist and all these b-tches ’round me blinded
coming for the set its like you starting up a riot
can’t do nothing with that, huh

[hook]
pull up on a b-tch playing old hot boys
i’m a hot boy girl you should hop in my car
n-gga asking me why i f-ck his hoe
why you going off what you heard not what you saw
man down think he need back up
now i ran out of bullets so i picked the mac up
i’m bout my business i handle that first
get out of line, end up on a shirt

[chorus](x2)
i know these n-ggas snitching
i heard these hoes plotting
i know these n-ggas hating
i know these hoes bopping
thats why i watch ’em

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