Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Know, artist - Draper. Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Song language: English
They Know |
| Feelin' like I’m in a league of my own |
| 'Cause I won’t take shots no more |
| But still get into that two three zone |
| That’s on any given Sunday |
| One on one with all your girls |
| And then I’ll take two, three home |
| I’m like two three Jordan, 2D roses |
| No need bust, I’m three up plus |
| And bad I’m scoring |
| But the camera hole was on 'em when you hit record |
| We photoin' when we hit these boards, yeah |
| Pour another, get the cameras out |
| Wave 'em high, get the banners out |
| My whole team got the win again |
| We get the champagne spillin' out |
| More bottles on the ice, they know |
| Tokyo’s come through, for sure |
| We ain’t trippin' over you |
| Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do |
| One hundred all night, they know |
| Full speed in the morning, for sure |
| We ain’t trippin' over you |
| Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do |
| Okay, I get it |
| I ain’t gotta boast more |
| Guess I been flying over coast more |
| Look at all the wins creepin' in in my head |
| Got a crib in NY, never sleep in my bed |
| I got a chick in Cape Town, drop me off at the edge |
| My girl from the West End always tryna pretend |
| I never play those games |
| Red eye, red eye, sauce then coach |
| Now they kid in first class with the boss approach |
| Pour another, get the cameras out |
| Wave 'em high, get the banners out |
| My whole team got the win again |
| We get the champagne spillin' out |
| More bottles on the ice, they know |
| Tokyo’s come through, for sure |
| We ain’t trippin' over you |
| Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do |
| One hundred all night, they know |
| Full speed in the morning, for sure |
| We ain’t trippin' over you |
| Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do |
| Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic |
| Them haters make noise? |
| You ignore the static |
| Everybody got drive? |
| You avoid the traffic |
| Maneuver to the top where your name in bright lights and flashing |
| I ain’t Steve Nash-in', I don’t get the rocket, pass it |
| I don’t get a block and crash it |
| Roam through the field in a pompous fashion |
| Cruise to end zone and I’m saucin', dancin' like |
| More bottles on the ice, they know |
| Tokyo’s come through, for sure |
| We ain’t trippin' over you |
| Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do |
| One hundred all night, they know |
| Full speed in the morning, for sure |
| We ain’t trippin' over you |
| Don’t hate the player or the game, man do what it do |
| Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know) |
| Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know) |
| Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know) |
| Na na na na na na na na na (They know, they know) |