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Let Me Know Video (MV)




Performed By: Fadah
Length: 5:19
Written by: Fadah




Fadah - Let Me Know Lyrics




F-A-D-A-H
If they ask you how to spell greatness
Weight held call Alexander
Im the great the great the great the great the great (woo)
Workin early you ain't know you late
It's the AM now I swear to God it's eight
I just ate I'm still coming for that plate that plate that plate
Tre came wit mason margellias on him
Boy I need to turn my savage up
Scavenger
Searchin for the money
Damaged her
Now she f*ckin throwin back for the guys
Lateral
Ima hit you like that paddle do
Ima f*ck you for calatoral
I won't love you Ima lie to you
Baby we just incompatible
I come thru smellin supernatural

Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm tripping ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang when we smoke
Gang gang when we ride
Gang gang and they blow
Gang banging outside
Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm trippin ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang Ima monster
You ain't gang you a snitch
Gang gang when its problems
Gang gang in this bitch

Long live Domonick
Long live Tae
These niggas hating me
I might see em both today
We'll be in heaven boolin'
This beat ain't come from Metro Boomin
It come from hunger and confusion
Like why the f*ck we ain't hot nigga?
Like why the f*ck you on my block nigga?
Don't get yo pussy ass popped nigga
And where I'm from I ain't gotta touch a pistol benji make a body drop nigga
Cash chat yap yap yap
Cruise yo block clap clap clap
I don't sleep I take cat naps
And I don't put notes it's my back pack (Hollup)
I get clout up off of "Back to Back"
U ain't heard it you be sleep forever
Got me burning up this f*ckin winter
Cargo shorts and a Christmas sweater
This a make ya body rock
Cotton mouth lips crusty
Smokin bum underarms
Now you know them bitches musty

Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm trippin ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang when we smoke
Gang gang when we ride
Gang gang and they blow
Gang banging outside
Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm trippin ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang Ima monster
You ain't gang you a snitch
Gang gang when its problems
Gang gang in this bitch

1 time for the real niggas
2 times for the bitches that'll deal with us
3 times for the bitches with a meal ticket
Got no time for the squealers and the pig tippers
I been
I been working like a real nigga
You don't get it been working like a REAL NIGGA
If we can build a f*cking country from a field nigga
The least that I can do for mine is get killed nigga
And I bet you maf*ckas gone hate it!
A nigga finna make and he know!
And I don't sleep oh no I'm not a dreamer!
Boy I'm workin towards a maf*ckin goal!
So let me know
Just let me know
Let me know if you gone come around and pollute the smoke in the air with yo hesitation and lack of real nigga
Let me know if you got the back of a real nigga baby lately yo conversation been tasting real bitter
Let me know if you got the heart of a real nigga when you pull the trigger is you gone injure or deal wit him
Just let me know
Just let me know
Let me know if you think that that I'm legendary
Or let me know if this shit is unnecessary
Cuz right now I'm deal wit niggas bitchin and dealing wit bitches dissin until they birthday or February
"You ain't gotta let me know about yo success unless it involves me" I done heart that times 3
Just let me know
Is Yu here for me or here for show
Just let me know

Just let me know if you think that I'm legendary
Or let me know if this shit is unnecessary
Or let me know if you coming wit Gods hands
He might be tryna tell me this my last chance

Just let me know if you think that I'm legendary
Or let me know if this shit is unnecessary
Or let me know if you coming wit Gods hands
He might be tryna tell me this my last chance
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F-A-D-A-H
If they ask you how to spell greatness
Weight held call Alexander
Im the great the great the great the great the great (woo)
Workin early you ain't know you late
It's the AM now I swear to God it's eight
I just ate I'm still coming for that plate that plate that plate
Tre came wit mason margellias on him
Boy I need to turn my savage up
Scavenger
Searchin for the money
Damaged her
Now she f*ckin throwin back for the guys
Lateral
Ima hit you like that paddle do
Ima f*ck you for calatoral
I won't love you Ima lie to you
Baby we just incompatible
I come thru smellin supernatural

Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm tripping ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang when we smoke
Gang gang when we ride
Gang gang and they blow
Gang banging outside
Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm trippin ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang Ima monster
You ain't gang you a snitch
Gang gang when its problems
Gang gang in this bitch

Long live Domonick
Long live Tae
These niggas hating me
I might see em both today
We'll be in heaven boolin'
This beat ain't come from Metro Boomin
It come from hunger and confusion
Like why the f*ck we ain't hot nigga?
Like why the f*ck you on my block nigga?
Don't get yo pussy ass popped nigga
And where I'm from I ain't gotta touch a pistol benji make a body drop nigga
Cash chat yap yap yap
Cruise yo block clap clap clap
I don't sleep I take cat naps
And I don't put notes it's my back pack (Hollup)
I get clout up off of "Back to Back"
U ain't heard it you be sleep forever
Got me burning up this f*ckin winter
Cargo shorts and a Christmas sweater
This a make ya body rock
Cotton mouth lips crusty
Smokin bum underarms
Now you know them bitches musty

Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm trippin ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang when we smoke
Gang gang when we ride
Gang gang and they blow
Gang banging outside
Smokin must coulda fooled you
Ima dog wit a blues clue
Boy I'm trippin ain't no clues blue
Them bitches red like I'm suwu
Gang gang Ima monster
You ain't gang you a snitch
Gang gang when its problems
Gang gang in this bitch

1 time for the real niggas
2 times for the bitches that'll deal with us
3 times for the bitches with a meal ticket
Got no time for the squealers and the pig tippers
I been
I been working like a real nigga
You don't get it been working like a REAL NIGGA
If we can build a f*cking country from a field nigga
The least that I can do for mine is get killed nigga
And I bet you maf*ckas gone hate it!
A nigga finna make and he know!
And I don't sleep oh no I'm not a dreamer!
Boy I'm workin towards a maf*ckin goal!
So let me know
Just let me know
Let me know if you gone come around and pollute the smoke in the air with yo hesitation and lack of real nigga
Let me know if you got the back of a real nigga baby lately yo conversation been tasting real bitter
Let me know if you got the heart of a real nigga when you pull the trigger is you gone injure or deal wit him
Just let me know
Just let me know
Let me know if you think that that I'm legendary
Or let me know if this shit is unnecessary
Cuz right now I'm deal wit niggas bitchin and dealing wit bitches dissin until they birthday or February
"You ain't gotta let me know about yo success unless it involves me" I done heart that times 3
Just let me know
Is Yu here for me or here for show
Just let me know

Just let me know if you think that I'm legendary
Or let me know if this shit is unnecessary
Or let me know if you coming wit Gods hands
He might be tryna tell me this my last chance

Just let me know if you think that I'm legendary
Or let me know if this shit is unnecessary
Or let me know if you coming wit Gods hands
He might be tryna tell me this my last chance
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Writer: Fadah
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