Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Know Ya Type, artist - Money Man. Album song Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Know Ya Type |
I can’t fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime |
Yeah, I’m ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time |
We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive? |
This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can’t ride |
Broke nigga ain’t got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride |
Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise |
They don’t wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize |
This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five |
Pussy nigga don’t know his strains, I’ma tax him every time |
He don’t bust the seal no more, he know it’s quality every time |
She can’t wait for me to get home, we fuck for hours every time |
If it’s smoke, you know it’s up there, I ain’t tryna reconcile |
I ain’t tryna go back to poverty, I ain’t tryna relate to you |
I ain’t got no time to kick it, I got better shit to do |
I ain’t trickin' on no bitch, I got kids who gotta eat |
And Versace on my feet, Chain Reaction, black and white |
I be swipin' day and night, I be servin' day and night |
Trap shit in my DNA, I can’t help but catch a play |
Trap shit in my DNA, I can’t help but serve a J |
I buy nothin' but fast cars to make sure I get away |
Niggas takin' space up in the trap, I swear they in the way |
I keep nothin' but shooters with me, I should join the NBA |
Catchin' plays in Dior B22's, that orange and gray |
I got Band-Aids on my mind, so I’m worrying every day, hey |
I can’t fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime |
Yeah, I’m ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time |
We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive? |
This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can’t ride |
Broke nigga ain’t got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride |
Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise |
They don’t wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize |
This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five |