Lyrics She Know - Kevin Gates, Young Jeezy

She Know

I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have her out her body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She knows
Have you looking broad day with a flashlight baby
Have you knowing who to call to get this head right baby
Yes, she want a dick right now I’m like damn right baby
Let me hit you back, I’m tryna get this sack right baby
Fuck what you heard, I’m bout that action
What that mouth do, I am bout that practice
Pull up go to work baby, right up in your workplace
Make you turn around, bend it over in your workspace
Real ass, get cash, ghetto ass, high class
Bottle of Chardonnay and a blunt ho
In one hit this’ll fuck your whole life up
Tryna told you this ain’t really what you want though
What’s up?
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody (who that?)
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have her out her body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She knows
Got your shit together, body of a dancer
Instructor at the pole aerobics classes (what's that?)
I don’t get tired of staring at you when you passing (hot though)
Old school, leave my number on a napkin
I’m kinda cool, if I was you I would get at me
I don’t get tired, I’m thinking bout you all the time
Want to bend you over backwards, want to pin you to my mattress
Bite your bottom lip and then remove all of your fabric
His voice kind of soft, he not like Kevin Gates
Always got his goons with him, he don’t make you feel safe
Hold your hand out in public, while we walking in the mall
Out to eat, we go wherever they respect that I’m a dog
On the floor, ain’t no messing up the bed springs
Both legs spread, bout to do you like some hot wings
Scratching on my back while I’m working out your hamstrings
Double cup a drink, blowing grapes at the bat cave
I see you got your shit together
That’s the type of shit that I pursue
And I can see you’re bout your business baby
I can tell by your shoes
Now I’d like for you to meet somebody
Side of yourself that you never knew
Swear to god, have her out her body
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She know what this dick’ll do
She knows