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YKWYW Video (MV)




Performed By: De Ângelo
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: George Kostrivas, Josiah Johnson




De Ângelo - YKWYW Lyrics




Can you tell what I'm on
This girl tryna make me get stoned
This girl tryna make me get wasted
Gotta sit on my thoughts gotta face that
I jus want you to sit on my face and
I just want you let go of tension
Better off when I got your attention Better of when I sit down and listen

Better off when I'm not getting high
Better off cos my limits the sky
Better off cos I know what I'm worth and whippin that shii but it's only a versa
Best believe we gon get to that ghini
She ask me why and I don't got a reason
Where I come from it's niggas still feenin

Feenin for love that they never gon feel So they cheat on they girls and they treat em like meals
Like they begging for more when they already got it
They asking for loyalty they don't be bout it
I ask them bout bread they know nothing about it
Im bringing in money these boys don't be bout it and I keep moving these girls can get childish
This one bitch named lani I know that she want it I told her ass no and she straight got to pouting
I told her maybe she could stay in my pocket she said that we'll see
But her fine friend just clocked it
And now it's a problem I ain't wanna cause
But her fine friend just told me to take off my drawls and
I gotta relax ask her some questions and keep it on track
What's her favorite food and color allat One more question and then maybe I'll crack
Ask her bout love she know nothing bout that but you know
Nothing bout that but you know
Nothing bout that but you know
But you know

Tell me what you know
Tell me what you know
What you know

You know what you want
I done pulled up with my heart from the jump
Now I'm feelin' its stuck
I left out with nothing is that you want
Gave them what they want
Never lied to 'em I never gave up
Always keep up they ain't givin enough
I met her once now she say she in love
New patek on my wrist I'm feelin like vert
I make her squirt
Got plenty shooters they on high alert
Hop out the ghost I hopped in a convertible
Shawty I know my worth
You cannot hurt me
No shawty you cannot reverse me
No clonin' you cannot rehearse me
Too sweet but you cannot desert me
I'm first
Underground king put me in the dirt
All of that bling can't put me in the worst Condition
Dominance what I assert
Playin' with me get you up in a hearse
I flip a pack full of all of that work
I'm runnin' track puttin' all of that work
Got all you rats puttin' all of that work
Circles and laps puttin' all of that work
My dawg hit me up sayin he want a verse
I told him I slide with him that's how it work
He told me to pull up we showin' 'em who up
Said he'd come scoop up way in Shabooyah
But I told him don't
Told him im way in the fold
Can't be f*ckin with my bros man that law
I can't do business with none of my foes
Sum' you know
You know
You know
You know
You know
You know you know
But you know you know
You know
Gotta have it
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Can you tell what I'm on
This girl tryna make me get stoned
This girl tryna make me get wasted
Gotta sit on my thoughts gotta face that
I jus want you to sit on my face and
I just want you let go of tension
Better off when I got your attention Better of when I sit down and listen

Better off when I'm not getting high
Better off cos my limits the sky
Better off cos I know what I'm worth and whippin that shii but it's only a versa
Best believe we gon get to that ghini
She ask me why and I don't got a reason
Where I come from it's niggas still feenin

Feenin for love that they never gon feel So they cheat on they girls and they treat em like meals
Like they begging for more when they already got it
They asking for loyalty they don't be bout it
I ask them bout bread they know nothing about it
Im bringing in money these boys don't be bout it and I keep moving these girls can get childish
This one bitch named lani I know that she want it I told her ass no and she straight got to pouting
I told her maybe she could stay in my pocket she said that we'll see
But her fine friend just clocked it
And now it's a problem I ain't wanna cause
But her fine friend just told me to take off my drawls and
I gotta relax ask her some questions and keep it on track
What's her favorite food and color allat One more question and then maybe I'll crack
Ask her bout love she know nothing bout that but you know
Nothing bout that but you know
Nothing bout that but you know
But you know

Tell me what you know
Tell me what you know
What you know

You know what you want
I done pulled up with my heart from the jump
Now I'm feelin' its stuck
I left out with nothing is that you want
Gave them what they want
Never lied to 'em I never gave up
Always keep up they ain't givin enough
I met her once now she say she in love
New patek on my wrist I'm feelin like vert
I make her squirt
Got plenty shooters they on high alert
Hop out the ghost I hopped in a convertible
Shawty I know my worth
You cannot hurt me
No shawty you cannot reverse me
No clonin' you cannot rehearse me
Too sweet but you cannot desert me
I'm first
Underground king put me in the dirt
All of that bling can't put me in the worst Condition
Dominance what I assert
Playin' with me get you up in a hearse
I flip a pack full of all of that work
I'm runnin' track puttin' all of that work
Got all you rats puttin' all of that work
Circles and laps puttin' all of that work
My dawg hit me up sayin he want a verse
I told him I slide with him that's how it work
He told me to pull up we showin' 'em who up
Said he'd come scoop up way in Shabooyah
But I told him don't
Told him im way in the fold
Can't be f*ckin with my bros man that law
I can't do business with none of my foes
Sum' you know
You know
You know
You know
You know
You know you know
But you know you know
You know
Gotta have it
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Writer: George Kostrivas, Josiah Johnson
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