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