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letra de i know - wankaego

(intro)
these n-ggas ain’t sh-t
(they ain’t sh-t) (x2)
they mad though? or nah?
(they ain’t sh-t) (x2)

(verse 1: w-nkaego)
i know these b-tches ain’t sh-t (i know, i know)
so i can never be a lame b-tch (n-no, n-no)
look at all these groupie -ss n-ggas
these stupid -ss n-ggas
comin on with a though, all cupid -ss n-ggas
ain’t sh-t, ain’t sh-t, i would never change sh-t
same clique came up, but i’m still the same b-tch
i’m chasin’ money babe, money babe
i ain’t rich so i hustle for that check, for that set
for that d-ck, b-tches never pay you back
so don’t ever loan em sh-t
b-tches talk behind yo back, in yo face don’t say sh-t
kaego, all i know is kaego
must speak when i see you, but i don’t f-ck with you fake hoes

(pre-hook: w-nkaego & (young thug))
one minute they love you
next minute they yellin’ they hate you, (they yellin’ they hate you)
they spellin’ yo friends
but behind yo back, they trynna play you, (they trynna play you)
the same ones you heard
be the same ones who claimin’ they made you, (claimin’ they made you)
they still owe you money, they know it, but they never payed you

(hook: w-nkaego)
i know these n-ggas ain’t sh-t
i know these b-tches ain’t sh-t (x2)

(verse 2: young thug)
these b-tches ain’t sh-t and these n-ggas ain’t sh-t
these b-tches lame b-tches
when i went broke, i’m looking to break my wrists and sh-t
i’ma pull up with my clique, then we go f-ck on yo b-tch
put it there right in here -ss
watch her shake like the (?), stuffin’ my safe with them racks
i do not chase, but i catch, i (?) like woosh
n-gga get flipped just like (?)
arm & ham one of these necks
i need a j and that mayo, and my n-ggas pullin’ out
like where the f-ck do these k’s go, (where they go?)
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
officer, these b-tches ain’t sh-t!
officer, these hoes ain’t sh-t, i swear to god, i swear to got, i swear to god
she ain’t got no gun but when she leave all of us hit!
pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff, pwff

(?)

(pre-hook: w-nkaego & (young thug))

(hook: w-nkaego)

(verse 3: foxx)
ok, it’s a milli-on
i get a whole lotta hate
is it my birthday look at all this cake
gotta couple tattoos in my face
i got a 454 do a n-gga wan waste
i’ll put a n-gga back in his place
i got a gun so big can’t fit on my waist
i’m from baton rouge n-gga where it ain’t safe
tell a n-gga back up i’ma need a little sp-ce
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t sh-t
n-gga d-mn near rich, got a benz on my wrist
red bone on my d-ck, 5 grand for my d-ck
5 grand for ya b-tch, 5 grand for tha hit
make a n-gga ride through ya hood
and if i been comin, n-ggas dyin’ in ya hood
trill to the death, broke n-ggas to the left
you ain’t talkin’ bout no money
n-gga i’ma play def
really!

(pre-hook: w-nkaego & (young thug))

(hook: w-nkaego)

- wankaego

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