yung jet li - she wanna know lyrics
[intro]
oh, oh
oh, oh
oh, yeah
(jae did it, jae did it)
[chorus]
she wanna know, oh, yung jet li, why u cut me off? (oh)
i told her girl, you gotta better understand me, yeah (oh)
she pullin’ up to my crib just talk to me (oh no)
i told that b+tch i ain’t really wanna talk to ya (yeah, yeah)
oh, oh, oh, you ain’t pullin’ up to my sh+t (oh)
if you ain’t wanna ride around with my clique (yeah, yeah)
oh, oh, oh, we gon’ pull up, we gon’ drop sh+t (drop sh+t)
drop top riding round’ town with my side chick (oh, oh)
[verse 1]
you f+cked up all the way to yo head (yo head)
girl, you always wanna stay on my bed (oh)
move on to yo next man, gotta say that (gotta say that)
why u stay hitting my line, i ain’t with that (i ain’t with that)
you a hoe, so b+tch, stop callin’ me (you a hoe)
i stay juggin’ through the streets, yeah they know it’s me (yall know)
all these b+tches f+ck with me, they be all on me (all on me)
i’m just living life, b+tch, stop playing me (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
she wanna know, oh, yung jet li, why u cut me off? (oh)
i told her girl, you gotta better understand me, yeah (oh)
she pullin’ up to my crib just talk to me (oh no)
i told that b+tch i ain’t really wanna talk to ya (yeah, yeah)
oh, oh, oh, you ain’t pullin’ up to my sh+t (oh)
if you ain’t wanna ride around with my clique (yeah, yeah)
oh, oh, oh, we gon’ pull up, we gon’ drop sh+t (drop sh+t)
drop top riding round’ town with my side chick (oh, oh)
[verse 2]
top+end, designer brand, margiela (margiela)
manila grew up a hard hitter (hard hitter)
she with ya but stay hitting my insta’ (yeah, yeah)
ferrari, whited out, 2 seater (oh, oh)
like call me, jet li, why don’t you call me? (oh)
i said, “i ain’t mess with you, why u bother me?” (oh)
moved on to another chick, now you sorry (oh, nah, nah)
girl, you ain’t f+ck with me before, why u salty? (oh, nah, nah)
[chorus]
she wanna know, oh, yung jet li, why u cut me off? (oh)
i told her girl, you gotta better understand me, yeah (oh)
she pullin’ up to my crib just talk to me (oh no)
i told that b+tch i ain’t really wanna talk to ya (yeah, yeah)
oh, oh, oh, you ain’t pullin’ up to my sh+t (oh)
if you ain’t wanna ride around with my clique (yeah, yeah)
oh, oh, oh, we gon’ pull up, we gon’ drop sh+t (drop sh+t)
drop top riding round’ town with my side chick (oh, oh)
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