Testo I Know - Key Glock
Testo della canzone I Know (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Son Of A Gun
Uh-huh
Yeah
Aight (let the band play)
Huh
Yeah, I know
I know, I know, I know these niggas hatin' on me (yeah)
I know that they hatin', so I gotta keep that thing on me (fire)
Keep that thing on me (yeah), I ride around with K's on me (K's)
Gang gon' rock your ass to sleep if
You think you gon' lay on me (gang)
Yeah, bitch, don't play with me (uh)
He think it's a game
My youngin thirteen, he gon' spray for me (thirteen)
Yeah, young nigga thirteen and he keep that heat (yeah)
Hope these niggas don't play with me, 'cause nigga, I'ma spray for me
Yeah, I'ma spray for me, nigga, I'ma spray for me
Yeah, let me see an opp, what? Huh, dead meat, yeah
Chillin' with your bitch, she suck it 'til my legs weak, uh (yeah)
Now my legs weak, she tell me, "You a deadbeat," yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, let me beat it, huh, huh
Let me beat it, uh, nah, but I can't eat it (uh-uh)
I passed her to my nigga, he like, "Damn, Glock, she an eater"
Yeah, she an eater, that shit should be illegal, uh
Flexin' on these niggas, my first car was a two-seater (skrrt skrrt)
Been flexin' on these niggas
My first car was a two-seater (skrrt skrrt)
Yeah, I went from rags to riches
Turned some haters to believers (you dig?)
I went from rags to riches, turned some haters to believers (you dig?)
Yeah, ballin' hard as fuck, I just might build my own arena (yeah)
I'm ballin' hard as fuck, I just might build my own arena (yeah)
Yeah, I'm smokin' on some ether, that's that killer dope
Yeah, money on my mind and not these silly hoes (uh-uh)
Yeah, money tall as Tacko on his tippy-toes
Yeah, money tall as Tacko Fall on his tippy-toes, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' plenty, ho (let's get it)
Yeah, you know like I know, yeah, I'm gettin' it, ho (racks, racks)
Yeah, I know
I know, I know, I know these niggas hatin' on me (yeah)
I know that they hatin', so I gotta keep that thing on me (fire)
Keep that thing on me (yeah), I ride around with K's on me (K's)
Gang gon' rock your ass to sleep if
You think you gon' lay on me (gang)
Ayy, don't play with me, play with your ho
Heard these niggas sad and broke
Balenci' bag with racks, I tote (racks, racks)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Balenci' bag with racks, I tote it (racks)
Maybach, Forgiato spokes
This shit lookin' like I'm floatin'
Yeah, uh-huh, bitch, I'm floatin'
Yeah, I rock a lots of Dolce
Smokin' on a lots of do-si
Yeah, bitch, I'm fully loaded
Yeah, bitch, I'm fully loaded
And my cars, they fully loaded
Yeah, bitch, you better know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I know, I know, I know, I know
I know these niggas hatin' on me (yeah)
I know that they hatin', so I gotta keep that thing on me (fire)
Keep that thing on me (yeah), I ride around with K's on me (K's)
Gang gon' rock your ass to sleep if
You think you gon' lay on me (gang)
Yuh, bitch, play with me
All y'all niggas play with me, they keep on, can't come play with me
Ha, uh, ay, ay
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Writer(s): George E Jr Dunkins
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