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Know Me (feat. Paradox) Video (MV)




Performed By: Joss
Length: 2:42
Written by: Foster Joyce, Ross Jones




Joss - Know Me (feat. Paradox) Lyrics




Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you's a f*cking phony, aye
Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you so f*cking lonely

Yea, ya bitch know me
She eat my meat like pepperoni
Scoop her up like I was Kony
Told me yo cash is bologna
Now she see me on her Sony
And she wants to suck my bony
Balls of iron like I'm Tony
I'd never let you control me
Yea, yo bitch be seeing me on the TV
And I give her a sneak peek
I be counting this string cheese
Bouta make it a three peat
Ain't nobody can seize me
Achieve when I'm sneezing
It don't matter the season

Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you's a f*cking phony, aye
Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you so f*cking lonely

Yuh
Sipping on drank
Pockets on dank
Bitch I make bank, ooo, yuh
Boys out backflip yayo (ooo)
Spray a little bitch with the mayo (ooo)
Hands up, hands on K.O (ooo)
Fake shit, that's no bueno
Ting go pop shit, give you new butthole
Trap phone mask, get the bands in the bundle
Trap bag, Louis V, peanut butter duffle
Yuh, aye
Neck on water like baptist (ooo)
Gas in my wood like cat piss (ooo)
Check be long, got dat switch (ooo)
Check be long, got dat switch (ooo)
Smoking on Thrash, y'all smell that (ooo)
Smoke no Reggie, I'll sell that (ooo)
Nut in her mouth, she shell that (ooo)
Packed mailbox, I mail that (ooo)
Yuh, wah, aye, wah

Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you's a f*cking phony, aye
Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you so f*cking lonely

And I came from the Fort, what a setback
I'm like James Harden with the stepback
You finna walk in my shoes? Know where the steps at
R&D gang, you know imma f*cking rep that
My bank is stacking now
Call me Pacquiao
Ya bitch is tapping out
She got a rapid mouth
You best be backing down
I came to rouse the crowd
I'm always snapping now
I'm wrap and trapping clout
Man, I'm on a whole other level, uh
Whole other level
Best bring a shovel
I'm about to bury this beat, just like the Devil
Me and Paradox go like PBJ
Ya bitch really tryna pay just to see us play
You should treat like my song, and just Fade Away
You think you don't know me, but that's your mistake, ha
(That's it)
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Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you's a f*cking phony, aye
Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you so f*cking lonely

Yea, ya bitch know me
She eat my meat like pepperoni
Scoop her up like I was Kony
Told me yo cash is bologna
Now she see me on her Sony
And she wants to suck my bony
Balls of iron like I'm Tony
I'd never let you control me
Yea, yo bitch be seeing me on the TV
And I give her a sneak peek
I be counting this string cheese
Bouta make it a three peat
Ain't nobody can seize me
Achieve when I'm sneezing
It don't matter the season

Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you's a f*cking phony, aye
Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you so f*cking lonely

Yuh
Sipping on drank
Pockets on dank
Bitch I make bank, ooo, yuh
Boys out backflip yayo (ooo)
Spray a little bitch with the mayo (ooo)
Hands up, hands on K.O (ooo)
Fake shit, that's no bueno
Ting go pop shit, give you new butthole
Trap phone mask, get the bands in the bundle
Trap bag, Louis V, peanut butter duffle
Yuh, aye
Neck on water like baptist (ooo)
Gas in my wood like cat piss (ooo)
Check be long, got dat switch (ooo)
Check be long, got dat switch (ooo)
Smoking on Thrash, y'all smell that (ooo)
Smoke no Reggie, I'll sell that (ooo)
Nut in her mouth, she shell that (ooo)
Packed mailbox, I mail that (ooo)
Yuh, wah, aye, wah

Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you's a f*cking phony, aye
Bitch you know me
Don't act like you don't know me
You won't pull up on me
'Cause you so f*cking lonely

And I came from the Fort, what a setback
I'm like James Harden with the stepback
You finna walk in my shoes? Know where the steps at
R&D gang, you know imma f*cking rep that
My bank is stacking now
Call me Pacquiao
Ya bitch is tapping out
She got a rapid mouth
You best be backing down
I came to rouse the crowd
I'm always snapping now
I'm wrap and trapping clout
Man, I'm on a whole other level, uh
Whole other level
Best bring a shovel
I'm about to bury this beat, just like the Devil
Me and Paradox go like PBJ
Ya bitch really tryna pay just to see us play
You should treat like my song, and just Fade Away
You think you don't know me, but that's your mistake, ha
(That's it)
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Writer: Foster Joyce, Ross Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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