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Quintillion - Know Me (feat. AFG) Lyrics



Quintillion - Know Me (feat. AFG) Lyrics
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Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
Talkin like you ride with me but really you just frontin that
Talking like you'd die for me but yeah we know you bluffin that
To my face you lie to me behind me you be talking smack
When you hear goodbye from me believe I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back, just spent a hunnid racks
I just pulled up in a beamer, then I pulled off in that thundercat
I know your bitch she a eater, see me she can't get enough of that
I hit the stu, make a heater, grabbing a speaker and bumping that
I got all the hits, yuh, diamonds on my wrist, yuh
I just linked your bitch she tryna take a picture
Soon as I make it they listen up, they gon' see it they gon' witness us
Ice on my wrist, Imma lift it up, I hit the club and your bitch with us
Yeah I hit it, f*ck was i supposed to do
You can't tell me shit, ain't nothing that I owe to you
They been lying on me, but i always told the truth
Say we homies, but i don't really be knowing you
Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
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Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
Talkin like you ride with me but really you just frontin that
Talking like you'd die for me but yeah we know you bluffin that
To my face you lie to me behind me you be talking smack
When you hear goodbye from me believe I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back, just spent a hunnid racks
I just pulled up in a beamer, then I pulled off in that thundercat
I know your bitch she a eater, see me she can't get enough of that
I hit the stu, make a heater, grabbing a speaker and bumping that
I got all the hits, yuh, diamonds on my wrist, yuh
I just linked your bitch she tryna take a picture
Soon as I make it they listen up, they gon' see it they gon' witness us
Ice on my wrist, Imma lift it up, I hit the club and your bitch with us
Yeah I hit it, f*ck was i supposed to do
You can't tell me shit, ain't nothing that I owe to you
They been lying on me, but i always told the truth
Say we homies, but i don't really be knowing you
Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
Talk behind my back, now you tryna be a homie
Acting like we friends but you a motherf*ckin phony
I don't really give a f*ck bout what you tryna show me
I don't even know you why acting like you know me
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Writer: Adam Ghaleb, Quinn Siegrist
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Quintillion
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Adam Ghaleb, Quinn Siegrist

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