SugarHill Keem - Sexy And I Know It lyrics
[SugarHill Keem - Sexy And I Know It lyrics]
(She sexy and she know It) (Gang gang)
(Gang gang) (She sexy and --)
Move look
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
Too official y'all know what I'm on
And they label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that
You say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but
Y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' thе D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official y'all know what I'm on
And thеy label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home (Grrah)
(Gang gang gang) (Every opp shot)
(Smokin' all deads) (Grrah)
(Gang gang -) (Go get that nigga)
I'ma spin, where they at?
In the spot wit' a couple of Makks
We see a opp, I bet he get clapped
Ayo Bri, ya pussy was wack
And these niggas they know what I jack
You jack OzK you get clapped
And yea Lotti got stabbed in his back
That bitch a thot, and she lemme slap
It's too oppy I stay wit' my knock
Try and line me you get shot
And that bitch a thot I be totin' my nine
Move look, he gon' get you the guap
We dump on the flocks and we smokin' on Benz
Opp thot, lemme bring a friend
I catch Buddah he get hit
Ayo Quan, you better not miss
I see a opp, I'ma hop out the whip
Move look, he don't trip
And the Oz in the spot like, "We in"
If we see a oppa we empty the clip
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
Too official y'all know what I'm on
And they label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that
You say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but
Y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I'm finna shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official y'all know what I'm on
And they label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home
(Gang gang) (She sexy and --)
Move look
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
Too official y'all know what I'm on
And they label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that
You say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but
Y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' thе D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official y'all know what I'm on
And thеy label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home (Grrah)
(Gang gang gang) (Every opp shot)
(Smokin' all deads) (Grrah)
(Gang gang -) (Go get that nigga)
I'ma spin, where they at?
In the spot wit' a couple of Makks
We see a opp, I bet he get clapped
Ayo Bri, ya pussy was wack
And these niggas they know what I jack
You jack OzK you get clapped
And yea Lotti got stabbed in his back
That bitch a thot, and she lemme slap
It's too oppy I stay wit' my knock
Try and line me you get shot
And that bitch a thot I be totin' my nine
Move look, he gon' get you the guap
We dump on the flocks and we smokin' on Benz
Opp thot, lemme bring a friend
I catch Buddah he get hit
Ayo Quan, you better not miss
I see a opp, I'ma hop out the whip
Move look, he don't trip
And the Oz in the spot like, "We in"
If we see a oppa we empty the clip
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I up it and shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
Too official y'all know what I'm on
And they label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home
You can die for the shit that
You say in yo song
You keep tryna move look but
Y'all doin' it wrong
That's a thot and she playin' my song
That's a thot and she gettin' me long
Oh she a thot tell her take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
I'm finna shoot, you know I'ma throw
Now I'm duckin' the D's cause
I gotta get low
I ain't passin' this blunt
Y'all know what I smoke
I'm too official y'all know what I'm on
And they label they callin' my phone
Let's talk about how that boy
Ain't make it home