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letra de know me - dreekdadon

know me lyrics
[intro]
you the type of n-gga let yo boy die
dreekdadon hoe

[verse 1]
i just made a rack off of trappin’
that n-gga say that he with it he cappin’
you better not let me catch you lackin’
mexican hoe and she callin’ me papi
pull up on me n-gga while i got the f-ckin’ draco
bullets get to jumpin’ like a n-gga playin’ pogo
and i got to pullin’ on the trigger like a yo-yo
and i got the aim and the scope like i’m jane doe

[chorus]
you the type of n-gga let yo boy die
you the type of n-gga shoot at the sky
you the type of n-gga ain’t gonna ride
can’t speak on the truth cause you tellin’ them lies

you the type of n-gga fold on the code
you the type of n-gga snitch on your bros
you the type of n-gga that get exposed
you f-ckin’ these b-tches and fall for these hoes

[verse 2]
i’m smokin’ on gas in a sprinter
that n-gga cap mane he just a pretender
and these n-ggas ain’t no contenders
called me a foreign and this ain’t a rental
i’m quick to get a n-gga hit
same one that k!ll you the same one you with
i just made a k off a l!ck
servin’ them coco’s and movin’ them trix
[bridge]
these n-ggas hatin’ don’t act like you know me
24 shots in the clip like i’m kobe
you n-ggas playin’ you think i won’t blow it
know that i’m strapped and you know that it’s loaded
i get some money you know imma spend it
so much blue hundreds you’d think that it’s printed
full of the drugs and i’m off the henny
these n-ggas k!llin’ they die for an image

[verse 3]
got 10 racks in my pocket with a [?]
say he a gangsta and a shooter well me too
i got gorillas and they straight from out the zoo
run up on me and they gone put you on the news
facts, yeah, facts, yeah
i’m countin’ money gettin’ racks, yeah
sippin’ on lean that’s that act, yeah
play with me you get pushed back, yeah
these n-ggas they hatin’ i see how they envy
i come from a city where they show no pity
they k!llin’ they dawgs just for an image
i’m full of them racks i got hundred’s and twenty’s
four-hundred-thousand it came out a sprinter
pop me two percs i just f-cked up the fender
these n-ggas cap man they just a pretender
i ride for my dawg free cuz out the kennel
[chorus x2]
you the type of n-gga let yo boy die
you the type of n-gga shoot at the sky
you the type of n-gga ain’t gonna ride
can’t speak on the truth cause you tellin’ them lies

you the type of n-gga fold on the code
you the type of n-gga snitch on your bros
you the type of n-gga that get exposed
you f-ckin’ these b-tches and fall for these hoes

- dreekdadon

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