Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dey Know , by - Ty Dolla $ign. Release date: 19.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dey Know |
| Paid $ 100 for some head, nigga, say you ain’t did it! |
| I know where a lick is for a mil', nigga, say you ain’t with it! |
| Now if we hit this lick, nigga, & you don’t want to split it |
| Then it’s bow, bow, bow to your motherfuckin' fitted, now! |
| I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck! |
| I pull up in that truck, Pull up in that truck |
| I run that bitch over, call it Trukfit |
| And yeah I’m on my own, I’m screamin' «Fuck it» |
| Fuck it, I’m whippin' it crazy |
| I’m ridin' the foreign, I’m doin' 180 |
| My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly |
| Type of nigga buy the watch & change the bezzy |
| They ain’t never seen me comin' like this |
| Smokin' on that gasoline in the VIP |
| They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline |
| Cause all these bitches want to do is jump on the dick |
| I hop over fence, I’m offended by co-defendants |
| Drink codeine for mornin' sickness |
| Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch, so nigga, you were born a witness |
| Allstate, accident forgiveness |
| Say my name by accident, We actin' ignorant |
| Doing a drive-by while you playin' different |
| This that Me Time at the finest |
| You won’t beat me or see me whinin' |
| I am gangsta like the Raiders cap with a Jheri Curl on the side |
| I like thighs & breasts, I hide from stress |
| I don’t even know where my phone at |
| Crib so motherfuckin big, I don’t even know where my room at! |
| Whip so fast they say «There he go» |
| Bitch so bad, man, I think she know |
| Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know |
| Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know |
| I think they know, I think they know |
| I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know |
| I think they know, I think they know |
| I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know |
| I think they know it, if they don’t then fuck it I show it |
| Blow it like you owe it, ordered a case of Moet |
| Y’all get to going back to back in foreigns |
| All black like I’m wanted |
| Got your bitch zoning, send her back in the morning |
| That money coming, trying to stack it enormous |
| You niggas pussy, fucking rat on your homies |
| I think they know it, they know it, they know it |
| I got a plane that’s sittin round the corner |
| I got some bitches here from California |
| Got on my chains, I’m lookin like a dope boy |
| These niggas don’t want it, I put that on mañana |
| My chain into 100, my belt Ferragamo |
| Go to LA, meet the plug at Katanas |
| I’m still the king of my city and they know it |
| And I paint pictures with these words, I’m a poet |
| And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin' |
| A 50 a check then I’m in it, if niggas stay with it then they get extorted |
| And I’m gone |
| Whip so fast they say «There he go» |
| Bitch so bad, man, I think she know |
| Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know |
| Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know |
| I think they know, I think they know |
| I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know |
| I think they know, I think they know |
| I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know |