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letra de i know - shamana

[intro: otl beezy]
i know these n-ggas, they don’t want no smoke
i got a choppa, it sit at the door
i got a choppa, [?]
pull out that glock, you callin’ your mama
punchin’ your sh-t, i feel like a boxer
i know that you p-ssy, you don’t want no drama
i’m in this b-tch n-gga countin’ up commas
i’m in this b-tch n-gga strapped like osama
sosa, you made this b-tch?

[chorus: otl beezy]
walk in the trap, who knock at my door? (f-ck you knock at my door for?)
i got a b-tch if you want some more (want some more)
i know these n-ggas, these n-ggas be broke (broke ass n-ggas)
i’m in this b-tch with some bloods, some locs (suwoo)
n-ggas be p-ssy, they do it fo’ sho’ (p-ssy)
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know
walk in the trap, who knock at my door? (yeah)
i got a b-tch if you want some more
i know these n-ggas, these n-ggas be broke
i’m in this b-tch with some bloods and some locs (suwoo)
these n-ggas be p-ssy, thеy do it fo’ sho’ (p-ssy)
we in that trap, gang bangin’ you know

[verse: otl beezy]
n-ggas false claim and we slittin’ thеy throat (f-ck)
i know these n-ggas, they moving too slow
[?] still moving some snow (snow)
i’m in this b-tch and i’m f-ckin’ your ho (f-ck)
i know these n-ggas, they don’t want no smoke
i got a choppa, it sit at the door
i got a choppa, [?]
pull out that glock, you callin’ your mama
punchin’ your sh-t, i feel like a boxer
i know that you p-ssy, you don’t want no drama
i’m in this b-tch n-gga countin’ up commas
i’m in this b-tch n-gga strapped like osama
go k!ll his partner, he turn to a rasta
play his sh-t, turn his head to some pasta
i know them n-ggas, them n-ggas imposters
[?] we feelin’ like shottas
f-ckin’ with snitches, these n-ggas be b-tches (b-tchass)
i’m in this b-tch n-gga with a ho
i’m in this b-tch n-gga pourin’ fours
i got a crip n-gga to the door
i got a red dot wit’ a scope (hah)
i got a thick b-tch tryna smoke
i know these n-ggas, these n-ggas be hoes
i know these n-ggas, these n-ggas be broke
i know these n-ggas ain’t movin’ no loads
i know these n-ggas, these n-ggas ain’t bros
hop in the foreign, i feel presidential
she f-ck with a blood, she seen my credentials
i pull off the lot, hit plays in a rental
she suckin’ my d-ck, my stick in her dental
shootin’ at n-ggas then say that i’m mental
poppin’ a bean, i say i’m pent up
n-ggas be p-ssy, them n-ggas [?]
k!ll him, and k!ll who he sent for
n-ggas be p-ssy, them n-ggas [?]
[chorus]
walk in the trap, who knock at my door?
i got a b-tch if you want some more
i know these n-ggas, these n-ggas be broke
i’m in this b-tch with some bloods, some-

- shamana

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