Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kno Ya Wrong, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ScHoolboy Q
Song language: English
Kno Ya Wrong |
| Know you’re wrong, ooh |
| Hey, know you’re wrong, ooh |
| These, all they wanna call you talkin' 'bout what they need |
| Know you’re wrong, know you’re wrong, oh |
| All I hear, «Gimme, gimme» |
| When y’all was sleepin', who was workin' with me |
| But want these benefits and tour the city |
| Leechin', won’t you find your titty |
| Know you’re wrong, know you’re wrong, ooh yeah |
| Days prayin' on my knees |
| We made it from the feet, yeah |
| Then this leech came along |
| Know you’re wrong, oh |
| You want me do the work, then you live off my life |
| Know you’re wrong, huh |
| Say you got my back but revealin' snake eyes |
| Know you’re wrong, huh |
| When I was doin' bad, wasn’t textin' my phone |
| Know you’re wrong |
| Oh now you wonder what, what |
| What you wonder? |
| Huh |
| Call me, yeah |
| Know you’re wrong, oh |
| Rappin' my ass off, nigga |
| You’re tryna blur my picture |
| Want me down there with you |
| Tryna blow my high |
| You wanna steer my drive |
| You ask for more than my moms |
| Try corruptin' my mind |
| Do some work with them rhymes |
| When I was broke, you was gone |
| Know you’re wrong, oh I |
| Know you’re wrong, oh I |
| Say words can’t express what you do for me when you appear |
| And don’t be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn’t fear |
| Say words can’t express what you do for me when you appear |
| And don’t be blind to see my love is the punch you shouldn’t fear |
| Say girl jump in my bank account |
| So I can deposit you |
| I’m goin' through withdrawals |
| And I can’t afford to lose |
| Say girl jump in my bank account |
| So I can deposit you |
| I’m goin' through withdraws |
| And I can’t afford to lose |
| Plasma my TV screen |
| Hope I go out like BB King |
| The front row, they cheer for God |
| I’m sold out on everything |
| Last night, it was a dream |
| Thinkin' 'bout you in the worst way |
| I need your cake like it’s your birthday |
| I’m tryna be in front the TIME page |
| Yeah she rockin' with the big dog |
| I need my bread like it’s the 5th floor |
| Little lettuce, slice of cheese, sucka please |
| What it’s hittin' for |
| Let’s split the middle like a Philly roll |
| I get a half, you get a half |
| Fuck up some commas, I’m a nympho |
| I’m goin' in just like a dimple |
| Shots of Patrón to the temple |
| Collard greens, I stay givin' thanks |
| Deposit your love, we gon' flood the bank |
| Wish away, never lose |
| Lose |
| Now what we do be up to you, baby |
| Keep you up past your curfew, lady |
| Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby |
| Keep you out tonight, drinks on, lady |
| Now what we do be up to you, baby |
| Keep you up past your curfew, lady |
| Then drive you home with some drive through dome, baby |
| Keep you out tonight, drinks on, lady |
| No sacrifice |
| Girl, just bein' precise |
| With my hands on the wheel |
| While you plant the device |