Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Know Why, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 10.12.2007
Song language: English
I Know Why |
| Bitches love me they niggas hate me, I know why |
| Twenty-fours on the Chevy, look like I’m 'bout to fly |
| Take flight on a ho, ride a kite on a bitch |
| Lear jet Gucci, when I ride on 6's |
| Gotta sit high, like my ride on switches |
| Rent it out the ass dudes barking hoes keep looking |
| Shackles wanna jet, but they don’t keep bak |
| Candy coated 'llac, with the brat pushed back |
| Shorty smoke thrax, what’chu know 'bout that? |
| Let the top back, the hood catch contact |
| It’s a known fact, Gucci smoke on purp' |
| Old school verty, with the ace on the skirts |
| See the tucked dash, paint look like glass |
| I came through skatin, and they done start hatin |
| Twenty-eight D-U-B's on rotate |
| These haters roll dank, I tell 'em get’chu straight |
| Twenty-eight D-U-B's on rotate |
| These haters roll dank, I tell 'em get’chu straight |
| Ya girl nigga she just looove me |
| Watch me ride by wanna fuck me |
| See me in the club wanna suck me |
| Guess that’s why you mad and wanna buck me |
| Tellin them niggas you gon' kill me |
| But you’s a bitch, you gotta feel me |
| I ride around the ghetto, two hundred thousand on the slab |
| Spent a million on my jewels and a million on my 'llac |
| Three million in the bank, fo' million in property |
| That’s nine million dollars and your wife still jockin me |
| IRS still watchin me they hate niggas with paper |
| Didn’t like me in school, but now the bitch caught +The Vapors+ |
| Like Biz Markie, she got what I need |
| She thinkin it’s the pussy, it’s her money and her weeeeeave |
| I like her head, but I love her bread |
| Them hoes want a Pimp but them hoes just scared |
| I pulled up in the S5, 52 hoes with me |
| Three thousand dollar Gucci jacket ridin Big Willest |
| Drinkin deuces and we smokin on some real killer |
| If you ain’t out here gettin then yo' ass silly |
| Air Willie, nina on my side |
| I’m sittin so high I don’t ride I glide |
| Slide, them thirty-two inches on my Phantom |
| Them blades choppin on that bitch lookin like a gremlin |
| Ho I’m a winner, I deserve a trophy |
| If you ain’t got no money then nigga don’t approach me |