You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
I don't the f*ck I'll say
Niggas really bullshit raps
Just thought I would tell you
Before the shit starts and you have to sit through
So here it go, here it go
Girl, you lookin' fine
You gon' let me get ya hair all f*cked up?
This song'll get ya ears all f*cked up
But I don't even care, shut the f*ck up
And it's back to the song
I been looking at ya, girl
I been looking at ya sideways
In the area ya thighs stay
How long would ya time stay if we
Lit this 'din now while we listening to Sade
And you know the homie Nate on the beat
Place on the heat, thinkin' bout ya face on the sheet
Excuses - what they sayin' to me
But I really think it sounds like hating to me
I'ma take it back
Lemme take it back, all the way back to the T
Way before they even made AC
So the path that was paved they see
Is coming from the nigga named AJC
Damn nigga, now he rapping too much
He ain't have to spit that f*cking long
What he rapping like a thousand sum'n fifty 'leven bars?
When the hook gon' drop back in? That's when I'm gon start, uh
You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Fresh cut
The fatigue on 10
And the hi-tops black on black
Murdering you cats on wax
Till I'm gettin' all the racks on racks
Or the homies hit the rat-tat-tat
But I'm really advocating that the guns go down
There's a ton of other things you can do with ya
Time in the city when the sun go down
Man I really hope they listen when I say it to 'em
'Cuz I'm tryna hit the bar for a cap
Then it's on when I see you
And you know that we can zone if you need to
Yeah, this bitch needa bone, nigga me too
It's a toss up
Either way, either way it go
You can stay, you can stay or go
But I don't even care until ya sayin' so
If you gone then it's hasta luego
(And another one!)
You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
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You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
I don't the f*ck I'll say
Niggas really bullshit raps
Just thought I would tell you
Before the shit starts and you have to sit through
So here it go, here it go
Girl, you lookin' fine
You gon' let me get ya hair all f*cked up?
This song'll get ya ears all f*cked up
But I don't even care, shut the f*ck up
And it's back to the song
I been looking at ya, girl
I been looking at ya sideways
In the area ya thighs stay
How long would ya time stay if we
Lit this 'din now while we listening to Sade
And you know the homie Nate on the beat
Place on the heat, thinkin' bout ya face on the sheet
Excuses - what they sayin' to me
But I really think it sounds like hating to me
I'ma take it back
Lemme take it back, all the way back to the T
Way before they even made AC
So the path that was paved they see
Is coming from the nigga named AJC
Damn nigga, now he rapping too much
He ain't have to spit that f*cking long
What he rapping like a thousand sum'n fifty 'leven bars?
When the hook gon' drop back in? That's when I'm gon start, uh
You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Fresh cut
The fatigue on 10
And the hi-tops black on black
Murdering you cats on wax
Till I'm gettin' all the racks on racks
Or the homies hit the rat-tat-tat
But I'm really advocating that the guns go down
There's a ton of other things you can do with ya
Time in the city when the sun go down
Man I really hope they listen when I say it to 'em
'Cuz I'm tryna hit the bar for a cap
Then it's on when I see you
And you know that we can zone if you need to
Yeah, this bitch needa bone, nigga me too
It's a toss up
Either way, either way it go
You can stay, you can stay or go
But I don't even care until ya sayin' so
If you gone then it's hasta luego
(And another one!)
You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
I don't the f*ck I'll say
Niggas really bullshit raps
Just thought I would tell you
Before the shit starts and you have to sit through
So here it go, here it go
Girl, you lookin' fine
You gon' let me get ya hair all f*cked up?
This song'll get ya ears all f*cked up
But I don't even care, shut the f*ck up
And it's back to the song
I been looking at ya, girl
I been looking at ya sideways
In the area ya thighs stay
How long would ya time stay if we
Lit this 'din now while we listening to Sade
And you know the homie Nate on the beat
Place on the heat, thinkin' bout ya face on the sheet
Excuses - what they sayin' to me
But I really think it sounds like hating to me
I'ma take it back
Lemme take it back, all the way back to the T
Way before they even made AC
So the path that was paved they see
Is coming from the nigga named AJC
Damn nigga, now he rapping too much
He ain't have to spit that f*cking long
What he rapping like a thousand sum'n fifty 'leven bars?
When the hook gon' drop back in? That's when I'm gon start, uh
You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Fresh cut
The fatigue on 10
And the hi-tops black on black
Murdering you cats on wax
Till I'm gettin' all the racks on racks
Or the homies hit the rat-tat-tat
But I'm really advocating that the guns go down
There's a ton of other things you can do with ya
Time in the city when the sun go down
Man I really hope they listen when I say it to 'em
'Cuz I'm tryna hit the bar for a cap
Then it's on when I see you
And you know that we can zone if you need to
Yeah, this bitch needa bone, nigga me too
It's a toss up
Either way, either way it go
You can stay, you can stay or go
But I don't even care until ya sayin' so
If you gone then it's hasta luego
(And another one!)
You know me
And I know you
You know me
And I know you
Lookin' bad at home with ya momma
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Gettin' cash or gon' get the commas
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
If you down with homies that'll call you bae
Oh yes, girl, I'm talkin' to you
Writer: Andrew-Jon Phommalee
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid