Kenzo Balla - Let Me Know lyrics
[Kenzo Balla - Let Me Know lyrics]
Elvis my baby, my valentine, yeah
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
If you leave me, I go die, I swear
(Like, like)
You are like the oxygen I need to survive
(Grrah-grrah) i'll be honest (Grrah)
Your loving dey totori me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I am so obsessed
I want to chop your nkwobi, ule (Like)
Every opp shot, everything dead gang, gang
MB, MB drip
If it’s up, then it's stuck, let me know
I've been fiendin' to up on the score
Spinnin’ and blitzin', lookin' for a O
Smokin' on Dubskii while
Spinnin' through dough
Thеse niggas cappin', rappin', but they know
If we catch him lackin', thеn it’s low
Catch me a LV, then he gotta go
Ima start uppin’, aimin' for his fro
Everything dead when we in the spot
If we catch them niggas, then they shot
They cuffin’ them bitches
All them bitches thots
They was fiendin' to give me the drop
We them niggas that still make it hot
If he Drilly Bop, he gettin' flocked
If he gettin' jiggy, he get shot
Hollows start spittin’, scratchin'
Niggas top, like
Got a thotty, she neaky, she Gzzly
She gon shake it whenever she see me
Baby girl, don't trust me, I'm too sleezy
Nina put some niggas on the TV
Drip home, so it's no more free Keemy
Bro almost hit a nigga in his feegee
If I ever go back, they won't free me
Niggas mad 'cause I make it look easy
And I just put some wock' in my cup
Sippin' drink, it got a nigga stuck
We some demons, we ain't wit' the bluff
Baby nine wit' me, that bitch come in clutch
Last opp got hit in his gut
All the opps dyin', they ran out of luck
Since a jit, I always kept it tucked
Young and reckless, we don't give a fuck
Call up Costa, put you on a poster
Last opp got hit in his shoulder
Bad bitch, tryna shake it, bend it over
When I'm shootin', I like to get closer
I'm a top five
If we spot us a opp in a range
I'ma flock at the Rover bitch, I got mines
I could dump without perkys and boom
At niggas while I'm sober
And I fuck wit' my Brooklyn niggas
But a couple of Brooklyn niggas
Suckin' the Bronx dick
Niggas mad because we got the wave
And them niggas ain't gettin' responses
TG lay 'em down just like a carpet
He wasn't movin' right, we had to park 'em
I'm a demon, slidin' in the darkness
Spinnin' wit' ooters all my niggas heartless
Like what yall niggas gon' do?
Run up on me, I'ma up it and boom
Call up the Drips
Get em' knocks out his shoes
Off the perky, mix it wit' the juice
I don't got the chop, he gettin' poofed
Rah Rah the zaza' pack, that nigga boof
They ain't spinnin', to tell you the truth
Pass it off to the five and let em' oot'
All this drip on me real
Don't do fake clothes
Busy chasin' the bag, I don't chase hoes
All a nigga wanted was the bankrolls
Free my demons locked up
In them state clothes
They gon' hate when you up
That's how hate goes
If a opp try to front, he gon' take those
I'on got the chop, he gettin' KO'd
Hollows straight to his face
Where his brain go?
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom every opp shot
DOA, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom mB, MB
Drip
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
If you leave me, I go die, I swear
(Like, like)
You are like the oxygen I need to survive
(Grrah-grrah) i'll be honest (Grrah)
Your loving dey totori me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
I am so obsessed
I want to chop your nkwobi, ule (Like)
Every opp shot, everything dead gang, gang
MB, MB drip
If it’s up, then it's stuck, let me know
I've been fiendin' to up on the score
Spinnin’ and blitzin', lookin' for a O
Smokin' on Dubskii while
Spinnin' through dough
Thеse niggas cappin', rappin', but they know
If we catch him lackin', thеn it’s low
Catch me a LV, then he gotta go
Ima start uppin’, aimin' for his fro
Everything dead when we in the spot
If we catch them niggas, then they shot
They cuffin’ them bitches
All them bitches thots
They was fiendin' to give me the drop
We them niggas that still make it hot
If he Drilly Bop, he gettin' flocked
If he gettin' jiggy, he get shot
Hollows start spittin’, scratchin'
Niggas top, like
Got a thotty, she neaky, she Gzzly
She gon shake it whenever she see me
Baby girl, don't trust me, I'm too sleezy
Nina put some niggas on the TV
Drip home, so it's no more free Keemy
Bro almost hit a nigga in his feegee
If I ever go back, they won't free me
Niggas mad 'cause I make it look easy
And I just put some wock' in my cup
Sippin' drink, it got a nigga stuck
We some demons, we ain't wit' the bluff
Baby nine wit' me, that bitch come in clutch
Last opp got hit in his gut
All the opps dyin', they ran out of luck
Since a jit, I always kept it tucked
Young and reckless, we don't give a fuck
Call up Costa, put you on a poster
Last opp got hit in his shoulder
Bad bitch, tryna shake it, bend it over
When I'm shootin', I like to get closer
I'm a top five
If we spot us a opp in a range
I'ma flock at the Rover bitch, I got mines
I could dump without perkys and boom
At niggas while I'm sober
And I fuck wit' my Brooklyn niggas
But a couple of Brooklyn niggas
Suckin' the Bronx dick
Niggas mad because we got the wave
And them niggas ain't gettin' responses
TG lay 'em down just like a carpet
He wasn't movin' right, we had to park 'em
I'm a demon, slidin' in the darkness
Spinnin' wit' ooters all my niggas heartless
Like what yall niggas gon' do?
Run up on me, I'ma up it and boom
Call up the Drips
Get em' knocks out his shoes
Off the perky, mix it wit' the juice
I don't got the chop, he gettin' poofed
Rah Rah the zaza' pack, that nigga boof
They ain't spinnin', to tell you the truth
Pass it off to the five and let em' oot'
All this drip on me real
Don't do fake clothes
Busy chasin' the bag, I don't chase hoes
All a nigga wanted was the bankrolls
Free my demons locked up
In them state clothes
They gon' hate when you up
That's how hate goes
If a opp try to front, he gon' take those
I'on got the chop, he gettin' KO'd
Hollows straight to his face
Where his brain go?
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom every opp shot
DOA, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom mB, MB
Drip