Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Know, artist - Speak. Album song Inside Out Boy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Steak Worldwide
Song language: English
Y'all Know |
There he goes, there he goes running his mouth again |
At the finish line talking shit like I got the win |
Whatchu know about the wind or the way I spin? |
Lights on, cameras up, zoom out, focus in |
Ritalin for my bars when I spaz out |
Nervous twitchin' in my pocket, should I pull my cash out? |
I mash out like M.O.P |
No more, shows for free, I need a C.O.D |
You know |
Cash on delivery, gentleman chivalry |
My magnum open symphony is orchestrated differently |
A symbol crash for you simple ass |
You see I’m never looking past you, I’m looking through you |
A wrecking ball to your ego, shall I move you? |
Rearrange your features by my hand, I rubik’s cube you |
Who’s new to this music? |
Not I |
Got skill, got bars, got pay, got fly |
Yall know, yall know how I do |
It’s something bold, something brave |
Something flossy, something new |
Yall know, yall know how I live |
Well that all depends on which girls you seeing me with |
Yall know, yall know how I do |
It’s something bold, something brave |
Something flossy, something new |
Yall know, yall know how I live |
Well that all depends on which hoes you seeing me with |
The second verse is for you bummy hoes |
You knobby-knee'd, pigeon-toed, gold diggers with a runny nose |
Cowboy boots and rips in your pantyhose |
Never paid a bill, cause you spoiled by your daddy-o |
So daddy owns stock in Apple, Mac |
So you’ve never had to eaten stale applejacks |
Them generic off brand so them value sacks |
Sacks fifth add bags, you adore all that |
But you ain’t never have a job, how you afford all that? |
Hear the music that is playing? |
I record all that |
Bitch don’t be concerned, or ask me where my money goes |
Follow all the buzz so you can find me like a honeycomb |
King me or get jumped like checkers |
The queen bees only want a taste of your nectar |
At that apple bird mecca |
I tell them hoes to get lost |
Birds of a feather never swarm with you damn wasps |