Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit I Know, artist - Tayyib Ali. Album song Keystone State of Mind 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Keystone
Song language: English
Shit I Know |
Tell them bitches I’m that nigga, tell them hoes to tell they friend |
They say that I look like money, I guess Benji got a twin |
Living a dream, other niggas just pretend, I be balling, he just stand |
Roll with me or stick with him, get it in, make it happen |
Say you balling, show some action, I be rapping while my niggas play guitar |
No Lenny Kravitz, hit the stage like y’all, what’s happening? |
Never wait for a reaction, twist it up in Philly but I swear to God |
It feel like Purple City, call my nigga Rockie, we knock ‘em, dominoes |
Two of us and like 90 hoes, you ain’t trying to fuck, well you gotta go |
But we might go chill, play that game, all type of skill |
They say he sick, all type of ill, we (?), I ain’t got a deal |
That’s sad bro, nigga in the air, no NASA, just ‘cause a nigga got his cash up |
That don’t mean a nigga got his swag up, (?) |
In the black truck, throw ‘em in the bag like Fabolous |
Young skateboarder so hazardous, on my Philly shit till the casket’s dug |
Hard work for the dough, she say a nigga cool, keep telling me shit I know |
See, I don’t follow rules, keep telling me shit I know, you see my clothes is |
new |
Keep telling me shit I know, know, know, know, know, keep telling me shit I know |
Know, know, know, know, keep telling me shit I know, know, know, know, know |
Keep telling me shit I know, know, know, know, know, keep telling me shit I know |
I’m the fliest in my city, when you see me, say what’s up |
I’ll be riding with my den, yeah, I’m all about a buck |
I got hundreds on my table, fuck them twenties on your truck |
Little homie think he fly, he can get them feathers plucked |
My first mixtape was a smash, they called it beginner’s luck |
But Rockie still moving up and a lot of these niggas stuck |
So I put they ass on ice, without no skates, without no puck |
Call me Gordon Bombay when I say they better duck |
And all the bad hoes love me ‘cause I show ‘em new things |
Purple drink, Blue Dreams, APC her new jeans |
A young king, nigga, you should go and ask about me |
Ever since she got me, she could never see a ass without me |
Roll around my town, y’all know how I put it down |
King, give me the crown, yup, I’m so underground |
But now a nigga blowing up, name everywhere |
And I finna run the game, bitch, I’m a fucking player |