Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Already Know, artist - Scotty ATLDate of issue: 01.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
U Already Know |
| Got me going through a thing, bout to go insane |
| This ho I’m with think I don’t know she only want my change |
| She only see my past, even though a nigga changed |
| She only see my cash, so I won’t give her anything |
| So frequently we clash, she speak her mind then give me brains |
| Sweetheart mouth, she’ll eat your heart out if you let her, I discontinued the |
| strain |
| Our situation is strange, I call it growing pains |
| Cause I really loved her but know I ain’t really showed it man |
| Soon as you grow up you know there’s some nights that you’ll only be the coldest |
| I’m tired of playing house and sleeping over, we only getting older |
| These hoes be taking they toll, hope you ain’t notice this boulder on my |
| shoulder |
| My guilty conscience doing life with no parole cause I ain’t shit |
| I already know, my heart’s so cold |
| Thought about throwing it, I suppose, but how though? |
| The block was hot, we used to heat the house with the stove |
| These are thoughts that I have when I’m out on the road |
| The money come fast so I count it slow |
| Ain’t no love in this shit, get the money, fuck the fame |
| That shit lame, it don’t exist |
| You already know how this shit go |
| Get shit jumping and watch how quick they get to switching like 64 |
| You already know |
| GPS on dollar sign, and the map say we ain’t far away |
| Underground with a hoop dream and a crossover like Hardaway |
| Couple niggas I thought were 100 and 1, we parted ways |
| Shining hard on these fuck niggas can’t throw no shade |
| No love and I learned that like real quick, hawk a loogie, this real spit |
| Pimping niggas bought you a fit, you might be rolling with a real bitch |
| I lower my brim low, see me riding with the same niggas like every time in |
| every city |
| Cause family matters, no Winslow |
| Inbox me on Facebook, comment on Instagram |
| Pictures like ten weeks ago, fame made you an insta friend |
| Damn I really hate that, tryna adjust to the love and hate |
| Take a nigga back like 8 track, tell em Ben |
| Give me credit for my contributions, to my city, to this shit I helped rebuild |
| Cool ain’t cool no more, we made it cool still |
| No lames allowed and the skinny niggas rule, get money |
| Fuck the fame, fuck my phone, fuck these niggas, fuck these hoes |
| Get dough, you already know how this shit goes |
| All I know is stay down ten toes |
| Keep the burner on me for any niggas talking shit |
| Better be ready to get low |
| And they say that my wrist remind them of Christmas the way my shit glow |
| I just might pull up and burn an O with Burn One |
| If you didn’t know, now you know, south Memphis, that’s where I come from |
| I met lil mama for the first time, now the bitch swear that she want some |
| Sick of everybody asking me «Dolph, where that money come from?» |
| What? |
| Nigga you already know, nigga let me borrow that ho |
| Quit bitching, that’s how the game go |
| Say that nothing ever stays the same forever, but I swear I never change though |
| Imma keep some extra strong in my swisher and some mud in my Faygo |