Letras U Know That - C.M.L.

U Know That - C.M.L.
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Fecha de emisión: 16.05.2020
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés

U Know That

I’m a big dog like a Great Dane
If you ain’t never caught a body blood, you can’t hang
Run a nigga over like a freight train
All we do is set trip and gang bang
I push a hard line on the opps
Niggas working with the cops
'Til I put him to a stop
Sent him to the docs
Skin that nigga like a fox
Nigga acting like he hot
'Til I put him in a box
Hit him in his back
He need a wheelchair nigga
They said they want me dead
But I’m still here nigga
It’s crunch time boy
I don’t fear no nigga
You hating on the mobb
You a weirdo nigga
Flexing and finessing
I’m just running up the chips
Scope 'em off the building with a .30−06
Ima murder you and everybody that you with
He beating up his woman 'cause she want to be my bitch
He hating on a player, presidential with the tint
Broke niggas mad at me 'cause they pockets full of lint
I done been everywhere niggas haven’t went
You be tricking with these bitches
You can’t even pay your rent
Keep it real with yourself
Ima squeeze 'til it melt
Leave your brains on a shelf
Ain’t no screaming for no help
These the cards I was dealt
This the pain that I felt
.40 cal under my belt
Strip a nigga for his wealth
I’m real and you know that
I’m everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
I’m real and you know that
I’m everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
Cross country pimping
I be everywhere the hoe at
You say you getting money nigga
You gon have to show that
Your nigga don’t like me
Bitch, I already know that
You running up a check
Little bitch you know you owe that
You left your money at your room
We gon have to go back
Half a million dollars in the back where the floor at
I’m pimping, I ain’t never sending bitches where it’s slow at
Street cred epic
Fully gon let us
Shoot him like a diabetic
He gon need a paramedic
Put him in a suit like he going to a wedding
Money in my hands
Talking shit like I’m betting
Rok on a track
Get you popped in the back
Got a Glock and a MAC
Shaking cops on a Jag
If I slide through your block
And you out, then you whacked
Leave you dead in your house, on your couch, on a flat
I’m real and you know that
I’m everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
I’m real and you know that
I’m everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
I’m real and you know that
I’m everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
I’m real and you know that
I’m everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

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