Rick Ross - I Know lyrics
rate mefeat. Whole Slab
I know, I know, I know
I know I know I know
What you know, Quan?
You ain’t that nigga you say you is
Well, how you know, though?
Just know that I know, I know, I know
Ok
Them streets, they fuck with me strong
And them bitches gonna fuck just because money long
You know that I know, I know, I know
Well, you know that I know it, I know it, I know
Suede Balenciaga sneakers that a boss a do it
Snitches chirping like a beeper, better look into it
Bitches wanna step up to another bracket nigga
And she wanna fuck Miami’s richest rapper nigga
So I fucked her like a rapper nigga
All I left her was my swisher wrapper nigga
I brought the rafe like a trapper nigga
Brought the cake to the dealer in the plastic, nigga
Sitting in the traffic, you can smell dough
No tints for my niggas with the elbow
All glass in the watches that I wear now
All ass, older bitches that I care about
All cash in your city then we tear up out it
Got that 308, don’t make me let that air up out it
Fuck around and make me knock your dreads off
Shots fired, suspect speed off
I know, I know, I know
I know I know I know
What you know, Quan?
You ain’t that nigga you say you is
Well, how you know, though?
Just know that I know, I know, I know
Ok
Them streets, they fuck with me strong
And them bitches gonna fuck just because money long
You know that I know, I know, I know
Well, you know that I know it, I know it, I know
We in this bitch 30 deep like 30D
Niggas capping but they scared, them niggas sweet
Black bottle, crack your head, now go to sleep
Pussy niggas on Twitter, I’m on the street
I’m ‘bout that life, I play the game just how it go
I fucked your bitch, she say you lame, I already know
Bulgari shades on my face, I see no evil
I’m bout that Maybach Music shit, this is the sequel
Slab, time to turn up for these bitches, come on
It’s 21, leaving with one of these bitches, I go to blue flame
I put that thing on these bitches so talking KOD
I spend some change on them bitches and I know
Gotta forward the ex so I pour
You say that’s your bitch, nigga, no, that’s my hoe
But on Facebook my Rollie is gold
And I know I know I know
Slab
