Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Know Me , by - NAV. Song from the album Bad Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XO
Song language: English
Know Me |
| Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta |
| 30 pointers in my chain, goin' fast in my own lane |
| Like Gunna, I drip insane, make a smart girl give me brain |
| Let the Perkys kill my pain, break a hundred, tell her keep the change |
| Now the Gucci store know my name, hottest brown boy in the game |
| Got two chains, my diamonds glistening, VV’s hit like Bisping |
| I just wanna fuck, no kissing, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings (Yeah) |
| No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah) |
| Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting-ting |
| Let that bitch sneak a snap, let her boyfriend know that she with me |
| Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hitting (Bling-bling, |
| yeah) |
| No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might’ve fucked |
| that bitch, but she ain’t my ting-ting |
| I’m TT (Hmm), rollin' up the dope |
| Bad bitch freaky (Hmm), grab the bitch by her throat |
| Ice my pinky (Uh), AP flooded, I need a boat |
| Get shot like Ricky (Hmm), takin' a brown boy for a joke |
| Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock |
| First time I tried to cook it, lost my re-up inside the pot |
| See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell |
| Pay 80 racks and book me, you know all my tickets gon' sell (Yeah) |
| Balenci' (Hmm), shoe size on my toe |
| They know me (Hmm), everywhere I go |
| Codeine (Hmm), double cup, make a toast |
| Got rackies, gettin' bags coast to coast |
| Got two chains, my diamonds glistening, VV’s hit like Bisping |
| I just wanna fuck, no kissing, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings (Yeah) |
| No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Yeah) |
| Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting-ting |
| Let that bitch sneak a snap, let her boyfriend know that she with me |
| Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hitting (Bling-bling, |
| yeah) |
| No cash register, pockets on ching-ching (Ching-ching, yeah) Might’ve fucked |
| that bitch, but she ain’t my ting-ting |