Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up
Diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that bitch (no), that ain't on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I f*cked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane
Make a smart girl give me brain
Let the Perkys kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name
Hottest brown boy in the game
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna f*ck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her Snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin'
(Bling bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Ching ching, yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
I'm TT (hmm), rolling off the dope
Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my re-up inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
Pay 80 racks and book me, you know all my tickets gon' sell
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna f*ck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her 'Snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin'
(Bling bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Ching ching, yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Know Me Video (MV)
Performed By: Nav
From Album: Bad Habits
Written by: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Austin Schindler, Navraj Goraya
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Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up
Diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that bitch (no), that ain't on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I f*cked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane
Make a smart girl give me brain
Let the Perkys kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name
Hottest brown boy in the game
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna f*ck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her Snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin'
(Bling bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Ching ching, yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
I'm TT (hmm), rolling off the dope
Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my re-up inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
Pay 80 racks and book me, you know all my tickets gon' sell
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna f*ck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her 'Snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin'
(Bling bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Ching ching, yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up
Diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain't cuffing that bitch (no), that ain't on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I f*cked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane
Make a smart girl give me brain
Let the Perkys kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name
Hottest brown boy in the game
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna f*ck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her Snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin'
(Bling bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Ching ching, yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
I'm TT (hmm), rolling off the dope
Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my re-up inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
Pay 80 racks and book me, you know all my tickets gon' sell
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin', VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna f*ck, no kissin', peasant bitches can't kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her 'Snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin'
(Bling bling, yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Ching ching, yeah) Might've f*cked that bitch, but she ain't my ting ting
Writer: Amir Esmailian, Andrew Franklin, Austin Schindler, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
