Krizz Kaliko - Bitches I Know lyrics

[Krizz Kaliko - Bitches I Know lyrics]

Yeah, they shooting (shooting)
That's what I'm talking 'bout
I was 'bout to say, I was 'bout to say

Give it away yeah, give it, give it away now
Watch what you lay try'na get paid
Soon as you lay down that's way too much
Throw that ass in the circle
'Bout to do too much
Back it up, it might hurt you
Cause, I'm sipping on something certain
Put something secret and say I'ma slurp it
You don't know what you missing
Get your mind right, assume the position
I turn nothing into something
Money into money, puffing, keep 'em puffing
It's a hot bowl of nothing
Scrape off the plate and it's
Tasting like new money

Ay, only fuck bitches I know
Only fuck bitches I know
Yeah, I be popping, I be popping
They be ready to go
Aw yeah, get out my way, they shooting
Get out my way, get out my way, they shooting
Look, only fuck bitches I know
Only fuck bitches I know
Yeah, I be popping, I be popping
They be ready to go
Aw yeah, get out my way, they shooting
Get out my way, get out my way, they shooting

Hey five what you waiting on
Living great at the gate and your money long
Just wait, they be hating on
Get a hit and your bitch just play along
I'm what they want, yeah
Krizz what they want
Who else would you lookin' for?
Fire off the blunt
You can get as high as you want
But, I ain't really feeling that hell nah
You wasn't with me when a nigga
Was just shooting in the gym hell nah
Try'na get the paper out of me so
You can give back to him
I turn nothing into something
Money into money, puffing, keep 'em puffing
It's a hot bowl of nothing
Scrape off the plate and it's
Tasting like new money

Ay, only fuck bitches I know
Only fuck bitches I know
Yeah, I be popping, I be popping
They be ready to go
Aw yeah, get out my way, they shooting
Get out my way, get out my way, they shooting
Look, only fuck bitches I know
Only fuck bitches I know
Yeah, I be popping, I be popping
They be ready to go
Aw yeah, get out my way, they shooting
Get out my way, get out my way, they shooting

Woah, y'all can just keep looking crazy
I'm finna ball
Get out of my way, I was 'bout to say
I ain't fucking wit y'all
I ain't got no downtime
Real nigga try'na stay up
Make 'em all pay up so I
Can ball at the mall
In the gym shooting layups
It's so beautiful when I pull up, pull up
I light the city up if they see I been
Riding the coattail, nigga, i holla giddy up
I turn nothing into something
Money into money, puffing, keep 'em puffing
It's a hot bowl of nothing
Scrape off the plate and it's
Tasting like new money

Ay, only fuck bitches I know
Only fuck bitches I know
Yeah, I be popping, I be popping
They be ready to go
Aw yeah, get out my way, they shooting
Get out my way, get out my way, they shooting
Look, only fuck bitches I know
Only fuck bitches I know
Yeah, I be popping, I be popping
They be ready to go
Aw yeah, get out my way, they shooting
Get out my way, get out my way, they shooting

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