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letra de know me - yama buddha

[intro]
yama
nasty

[chorus]
i am the best yeah if you dun know me
they hear my bars and just wanna know me
swear down them boys dun know me
so don’t come round and act like you know me
i am the best yeah if you dun know me
they hear my bars and just wanna know me
swear down them boys dun know me
so don’t come round and act like you know me

[verse 1]
i am not your bredrin or your homie
so don’t try to holla or try to call me
if you can hold me back then show me
well my sh-t blair but i am not tony
sh-ts baloney your girls below me
apart from your girl you ain’t got nothing on me
you don’t wanna war ‘cause whenever i spar
i eat rappers up like cheesy macaroni
you lot don’t fit the category
so take your sh-t to the laboratory
i am the next up in grime like stormzy
leave you walking dead like a zombie
your tracks bore me
… your story
you ain’t got gunz to your name like cory
so rude boy better shut your lip
before you get l1cked for f-cking with an og

[verse 2]
i am the sorta brotha that cruise on the rough part
when i bring that heat better duck fast
‘cause on the beat i am a beast like …
too grimey like taking a mud bath
you get finished when i start to bombard
like the who my music’s rock hard
and for the record you get holes all over your sh-t like the punch squad
so rude boy better not try me
don’t care if you got many men like wiley
you get an ultimate fist like tai chi
that’ll make you p-ss out like tinie
swear down there’s n0body like me
finding somebody better is unlikely
i make this money and take your honey
‘cause the only check you’ll ever get is the nike

[verse 3]
look i am going straight in, no detour
blow up in the game, c4
i couldn’t suck even if i was a mosquito
‘cause i am the godfather, no al pacino
your girl thinks i am very hot, jalapeños
‘cause imma ride her like, valentino
can’t beat me in the long run, casino
‘cause if you spit cancer, i got chemo
… off the bar and into jail fam
can’t send for me unless you’re the mailman
and if your head is what i aim then
can’t save man from going pale with a fake tan
you snap me but i am fly like an ostrich
more like … in a c-ckpit
like what’s next ‘cause i’ve got this
got the keys to every door like a locksmith

- yama buddha

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