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Know ME Video (MV)




Performed By: IMC
Language: English
Length: 4:05
Written by: JC Pope




IMC - Know ME Lyrics




My nigga it's a motherf*cking party on the west side
West side
My nigga it's a motherf*cking party on the west side

Had a bad trip, getting the f*ck outta medulla
Tryna eat out like I'm out the biggest loser
I'm on the roof with the long range shooters
I just like to see it, I torrented looper
I'm moving like levitt, premium rush
Taking shit too far, tackle two hand touch
I'll admit I'm a little too drunk
That's why my lil Jon came out, Nigga got krunk
Whooda thunk, I solve problems for profit
100 grand goals like bars of chocolate
Put my foot in this shit like a f*cking moccasin
A lotta sin came from me and my personal demons
Clean house like my momma coming home
It's just me with a verse and a bunch of drones
All I wanted was henny and a game of bones
But you throwing stones, put you in yard like gnomes

Went too far to ever be the old me
Say they know me but these niggas don't know me
Went too far to ever be the old me
Lotta niggas finna claim that they f*cking know me

But they don't
And they won't
Fire in the hole, finna blow up nigga finna let it go

I don't like to repeat myself, unless the hook require that
Flush with nicotine gotta vape and bought a Newport pack
Gotta white lighter back pew deep in my slacks
Just spent some Louis money, I don't know how to act
She say she tryna make money I'm with that shit
Rob niggas like hustlers, then come store that shit
Mattress money, bought a Hilton with the shit

I'm just tryna breathe right, mf get my Vic's

Absolutely obsessed with accolades and the back pay
Checking boxes in HnR on tax day

I didn't pay for it I just like to flex shit that way

Ain't no telling what a bitch do like Mac Dre

Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane
Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane
Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane
Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane

Went too far to ever be the old me
Say they know me but these niggas don't know me
Went too far to ever be the old me
Lotta niggas finna claim that they f*cking know me

But they don't
And they won't
Fire in the hole, finna blow up nigga finna let it go
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My nigga it's a motherf*cking party on the west side
West side
My nigga it's a motherf*cking party on the west side

Had a bad trip, getting the f*ck outta medulla
Tryna eat out like I'm out the biggest loser
I'm on the roof with the long range shooters
I just like to see it, I torrented looper
I'm moving like levitt, premium rush
Taking shit too far, tackle two hand touch
I'll admit I'm a little too drunk
That's why my lil Jon came out, Nigga got krunk
Whooda thunk, I solve problems for profit
100 grand goals like bars of chocolate
Put my foot in this shit like a f*cking moccasin
A lotta sin came from me and my personal demons
Clean house like my momma coming home
It's just me with a verse and a bunch of drones
All I wanted was henny and a game of bones
But you throwing stones, put you in yard like gnomes

Went too far to ever be the old me
Say they know me but these niggas don't know me
Went too far to ever be the old me
Lotta niggas finna claim that they f*cking know me

But they don't
And they won't
Fire in the hole, finna blow up nigga finna let it go

I don't like to repeat myself, unless the hook require that
Flush with nicotine gotta vape and bought a Newport pack
Gotta white lighter back pew deep in my slacks
Just spent some Louis money, I don't know how to act
She say she tryna make money I'm with that shit
Rob niggas like hustlers, then come store that shit
Mattress money, bought a Hilton with the shit

I'm just tryna breathe right, mf get my Vic's

Absolutely obsessed with accolades and the back pay
Checking boxes in HnR on tax day

I didn't pay for it I just like to flex shit that way

Ain't no telling what a bitch do like Mac Dre

Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane
Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane
Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane
Far as she know I get paid to be the f*cking bag mane

Went too far to ever be the old me
Say they know me but these niggas don't know me
Went too far to ever be the old me
Lotta niggas finna claim that they f*cking know me

But they don't
And they won't
Fire in the hole, finna blow up nigga finna let it go
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Writer: JC Pope
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