Shy Glizzy - You Know What lyrics

[Shy Glizzy - You Know What lyrics]

Young Jefe holmes uh Rickyyyy

You know us
We're wanted where ever we at nigga
We don't care who the fuck
Go ahead, boot 'em up
Got a shooter in the cut all the
Fuck he know is shoot 'em up
They ain't cool as us
They tryna bite the swag
Hell nah they ain't foolin' us
One time for the one time
And we chunkin' out the deuce two
Times for the you know what you know what
You're word to a lame
So I'm sorry you can't sit with us
You know what
Once she know my name, see my chain
She gon' give it up you know what
This nigga want a problem
We gon' solve it when I finish up
You know what
I came from the bottom, still mobbin'
Ain't givin' up

They say that I'm a menace to society
Come and get it
Tre-seven where you'll find me
Rap niggas still mad they couldn't sign me
Mad that they old ass nigga
Need to be retiring
See first all I wanted was a new car
Then I spent that new car on a new watch
You can ask my whole hood do I run the block
And they still ain't hear me that
My nigga Mari got shot
You like to shoot ball like we shoot Glocks
Got some young niggas that like to smoke pot
They mom don't pay the bill
She like to smoke crack
I just hope they don't grow up to be a ho now

You know us
We're wanted where ever we at nigga
We don't care who the fuck
Go ahead, boot 'em up
Got a shooter in the cut all the
Fuck he know is shoot 'em up
Niggas they ain't cool as us
They tryna bite the swag
Hell nah they ain't foolin' us
One time for the one time
And we chunkin' out the deuce two
Times for the you know what you know what
Your ass too lame
So I'm sorry you can't sit with us
You know what
Yo bitch she know my name, see my chain
She gon' give it up you know what
These niggas want a problem
We gon' solve it when I finish up
You know what
I came from the bottom, still mobbin'
Ain't givin' up

She just wanna do it for a real nigga
I know her style she gon'
Fuck whoever bills bigger
Called me papi, thought I was a little nigga
Until she seen Tommy come
Up out these Hilfigures
I told the bitch I like to get high
I like to get money and I like to get fly
These niggas tryna play me like
My nigga don't ride
Now somebody pay me or these niggas gon' die
Ain't tryna be friendly
I just came to get a Bentley
Mil in my city, lotta haters in your city
I'm smashin' on your hoe if
I think she look pretty
First class to my city
She be runnin' with the Glizzys

You know us
We're wanted where ever we at nigga
We don't care who the fuck
Go ahead, boot 'em up
Got a shooter in the cut all the
Fuck he know is shoot 'em up
Niggas they ain't cool as us
They tryna bite the swag
Hell nah they ain't foolin' us
One time for the one time
And we chunkin' out the deuce two
Times for the you know what you know what
Your ass too lame
So I'm sorry you can't sit with us
You know what
Your bitch she know my name, see my chain
She gon' give it up you know what
These nigga want a problem
We gon' solve it when I finish up
You know what
I came from the bottom, still mobbin'
Ain't givin' up

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