This the last song, after the Dj putting that brass band on I want this bitch to come back but she solo
She gon' text my potna phone say She alone
I got racks and you know it
All these racks, Ima blow it
I got racks and, you know it
All these packs? we gon board It
I'm in the mood
Look at all that ass, that bitch gon' keep me in the mood
I'ma take her to the mall, and buy her all them shoes, the bitch she tried to top me and lil donny on the cruise and we gon trappin out the house with all the bowls
Bitch, come what you need, you know we don't never close
Come, and shake that ass for bug you know i'm the real plug
My hoe just did the max she gon' piss me off, bad
She say, do you love me? I say, do you love me back
Oh, baby, I just bought a mac, I can't go like that
The feds on a nigga ass i'm trynna sit back
Ha, baby daddy, a opp so i can't be f*ckin' with that
They broke and they know it
All these gats imma tote it
She polked ' holes in my trojan
Yeah they broke with no motion
Nigga, mad, I took his bitch
Nigga, mad, look at my wrist
Nigga, man, I took that risk
My potnas rich as hell
My nigga, ain't make bail
My nigga, ain't make bail
We got hoes and you know it
And we got bowls and you know it
But that's what keep me in the mood
Shakin that ass from left to right, oh yeah,? you my new boo
But she don't have a clue
I'ma f*ck her in the pool
She say she wants to celine, Celine, I told her that she cool
But the traffic going smooth
They say they like my bowls
I say my bowls, they like you too
THIS REAL ZA!
Yeah, and they broke and they know it
These hoes, I can't cope with
They broke and they phony
I'm tryna RKO that ass
This summer gon' be all body bags
Money talks, come with the cash
We do 140 for the half
But we got pape and they know it
But I be trappin' with my brodie
He say he want a seven
We sell him a seven when he get shorted!!!
This za so f*ckin' strong
We make you cherish it like a trophy
Cherish it like a trophy
She gon hop up on me
F*ck me to the morning left cheek, right cheek
She gon hop up on me
She gon hop up on me
RRBANDO - You Know it (feat. BugRichh) [Bando Remix] Lyrics
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This the last song, after the Dj putting that brass band on I want this bitch to come back but she solo
She gon' text my potna phone say She alone
I got racks and you know it
All these racks, Ima blow it
I got racks and, you know it
All these packs? we gon board It
I'm in the mood
Look at all that ass, that bitch gon' keep me in the mood
I'ma take her to the mall, and buy her all them shoes, the bitch she tried to top me and lil donny on the cruise and we gon trappin out the house with all the bowls
Bitch, come what you need, you know we don't never close
Come, and shake that ass for bug you know i'm the real plug
My hoe just did the max she gon' piss me off, bad
She say, do you love me? I say, do you love me back
Oh, baby, I just bought a mac, I can't go like that
The feds on a nigga ass i'm trynna sit back
Ha, baby daddy, a opp so i can't be f*ckin' with that
They broke and they know it
All these gats imma tote it
She polked ' holes in my trojan
Yeah they broke with no motion
Nigga, mad, I took his bitch
Nigga, mad, look at my wrist
Nigga, man, I took that risk
My potnas rich as hell
My nigga, ain't make bail
My nigga, ain't make bail
We got hoes and you know it
And we got bowls and you know it
But that's what keep me in the mood
Shakin that ass from left to right, oh yeah,? you my new boo
But she don't have a clue
I'ma f*ck her in the pool
She say she wants to celine, Celine, I told her that she cool
But the traffic going smooth
They say they like my bowls
I say my bowls, they like you too
THIS REAL ZA!
Yeah, and they broke and they know it
These hoes, I can't cope with
They broke and they phony
I'm tryna RKO that ass
This summer gon' be all body bags
Money talks, come with the cash
We do 140 for the half
But we got pape and they know it
But I be trappin' with my brodie
He say he want a seven
We sell him a seven when he get shorted!!!
This za so f*ckin' strong
We make you cherish it like a trophy
Cherish it like a trophy
She gon hop up on me
F*ck me to the morning left cheek, right cheek
She gon hop up on me
She gon hop up on me
She gon' text my potna phone say She alone
I got racks and you know it
All these racks, Ima blow it
I got racks and, you know it
All these packs? we gon board It
I'm in the mood
Look at all that ass, that bitch gon' keep me in the mood
I'ma take her to the mall, and buy her all them shoes, the bitch she tried to top me and lil donny on the cruise and we gon trappin out the house with all the bowls
Bitch, come what you need, you know we don't never close
Come, and shake that ass for bug you know i'm the real plug
My hoe just did the max she gon' piss me off, bad
She say, do you love me? I say, do you love me back
Oh, baby, I just bought a mac, I can't go like that
The feds on a nigga ass i'm trynna sit back
Ha, baby daddy, a opp so i can't be f*ckin' with that
They broke and they know it
All these gats imma tote it
She polked ' holes in my trojan
Yeah they broke with no motion
Nigga, mad, I took his bitch
Nigga, mad, look at my wrist
Nigga, man, I took that risk
My potnas rich as hell
My nigga, ain't make bail
My nigga, ain't make bail
We got hoes and you know it
And we got bowls and you know it
But that's what keep me in the mood
Shakin that ass from left to right, oh yeah,? you my new boo
But she don't have a clue
I'ma f*ck her in the pool
She say she wants to celine, Celine, I told her that she cool
But the traffic going smooth
They say they like my bowls
I say my bowls, they like you too
THIS REAL ZA!
Yeah, and they broke and they know it
These hoes, I can't cope with
They broke and they phony
I'm tryna RKO that ass
This summer gon' be all body bags
Money talks, come with the cash
We do 140 for the half
But we got pape and they know it
But I be trappin' with my brodie
He say he want a seven
We sell him a seven when he get shorted!!!
This za so f*ckin' strong
We make you cherish it like a trophy
Cherish it like a trophy
She gon hop up on me
F*ck me to the morning left cheek, right cheek
She gon hop up on me
She gon hop up on me
Writer: ReallyRich Bando, Bug Richh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid