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letra de konw yo place - lucas coly

[intro]:
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
lucas, coly, yeah (gang, ight)

i’m tryna keep my vision clear
i understand reality and all this sh-t is smokin’ mirrors
and i know that they against me, i’ll never show no fear
put that boy inside a box and turn him to souvenir

[chorus]:
you crazy ’bout these hoes, n-ggas tell me
what you simpin’ ’bout
you be chasin’ b-tches, can’t relate
cuz i just d-ck ’em out
i’m tryna pimp a hoe, you tryna
take her on a dinner date
if she ain’t tryna get no money with me
then she a “ain’t no way”
i smile when i’m on demon time, they say
i got a pokеr face
she got so much ass in them jеans
i call her overweight
baby you my b-tch, don’t let me catch you
on no n-gga face
cuz that’s gon be another case, we f-ckin’
better know your place
[verse 1]:
i be fightin’ demons so my brain
ain’t really stable
they keep on playin’ with me
i might go shoot out the label
she got pretty face, she suck me up
i gave her face —
i need to touch info, all the
times that won’t able
truth is ima brake a b-tch befor
i make a b-tch
said she want a n-gga just like me
i told her make a wish
blue print, everytime you down you
gotta take a risk (yeah, yeah)
put my cleats on

[verse 2]:
it gets harder n-gga, easy n-gga, streets
it’s getting greedy n-gga
talkin’ all this boujee sh-t, but
she can’t even keep a n-gga
poppin’ on hoe, i’m fly ass f-ck
she want to eat a n-gga
i heard you in that water
i ain’t trippin’ , cuz im deeper n-gga
hook a b-tch, then i catched the hoe
like a f-ckin’ fish
n-gga play, lemme cook his head
like a f-ckin’ dish
i’m a loner, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
cuz we opposites
i’m damaged and i pray because i’m
dealin’ with a lotta sh-t
what’s goin’ on? i got this sh-t myself
n0body put me on
these n-ggas turn to wrestler
i just got a (—)
i pass the b-tch to you, you pass it back
it’s good i’m goin’ long
you better watch left hand , you’re right
you can’t be moving wrong
[verse 3]:
i don’t wanna f-ck her, i don’t even think
it’s worth it
i’m starring through his soul, i done got
the lil hoe nervous
i be sober tweakin’ i don’t even want no percies
no matter what i go through, i would
never show no mercy
i’m a f-cking geeker, if i shoot my shot
i would probably f-ck my teacher
b-tch all in my dm tryna f-ck, don’t know
i’m finna bleed her
when i up this b-tch, then it won’t stop
just like seven (—)
told b-tch i’m cold, she looked up
and thought i had a fever

- lucas coly

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