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letra de i know - slimmy b

[intro: slimmy b]
rbe-sob, that’s the gang b-tch
i know, i know
yeah, yeah
i know

[chorus: slimmy b]
i know, i know
i be runnin’ up the check, nevermind hoes
stick on me, that b-tch longer than a light pole
‘cause all these n-ggas ain’t my bros
i know, i know
i be runnin’ up the check, nevermind hoes
stick on me, that b-tch longer than a light pole
‘cause all these n-ggas ain’t my bros

[verse 1: slimmy b]
i know, i know
n-ggas fake, i can see it with my eyes closed
heard n-ggas don’t really got no time for
only time ya’ll in the field is when the mic on
in gucci moonwalking like i’m michael
stick on me and i’m tryna score like i’m michael
ain’t too many in this world i can rely on
lost my granny and that really hurt my soul
no lame girl you f-ckin’ wit a real n-gga
keep it on me ‘cause i’m really in the field wit it
f-ck a label if they ain’t talkin’ a mil’ ticket
he put a ring on it and i still hit it
sobxrbe, that’s the gang b-tch
funny n-gga but i ain’t the one to play wit
hit the mall blowing bands like it ain’t sh-t
and please don’t step on these baby blue masons

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
i know, i know
i rock wit a draco, -ssult rifle
circle smaller than a microbe
i been runnin’ up a check with my eyes closed
my baby love my stroke
deep, i go, make her eyes roll
n-gga switch faster than i toke
keep that .40 on me, bet i blow
you ain’t f-cking wit a lame n-gga
12 years old i was really in a gang, n-gga
got it tatted on my ribs so it’s stuck wit me
ride wit me, slide wit me, tote wit me, bust wit me

[verse 3: mistah f.a.b.]
man, these n-ggas ain’t my bros, they my rivals
man, it’s crazy gettin’ head from your idols
momma told me keep some choppers and some rifles
i can see these p-ssy n-ggas through a blindfold
atlantic gave me 400 when i first signed
since then i done flipped that a couple times
i live way up in the hills, please don’t f-ck with mine
i don’t bother n0body, i just hustle, grind
but i be in the hood like everyday
same corner, same block where my momma stay
man these n-ggas hatin’ on me, i can feel the hate
if you ain’t gettin’ money then you in the way
n-gga said i fell off and i disappeared
till i pulled up in that mazi’, that’s a different year
n-gga hatin’ on the kid, well listen here
as of lately, i been feelin like this the n-gga’s year

- slimmy b

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