ERK THA JERK - I Know It lyrics
rate meI got money on my mind
Like what else what I been thinkin'
Hand on my car
Black
What else I've be drinkin'
Drinkin'
Drinkin'
Hope I find my way home
I'll be all away gone
Hey hey
Hommie I know
I know
She waitin' for me
I know I know
My weed lick
My cup full
I'm fucked up
AndI know it I know it
Hey hey
Hommie I know it
I know I know
She waitin' for me
I know I know
My weed lick
My cup full
I'm fucked up
I know
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I can tell the way she throw it
That pussy good
She know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I can tell the way she throw it
That pussy good
She know it
Ok
I put drills
So up with it
Head good
Got lost in it
That hybrid
That why spinach
I'm Superman
Not crackhead
I'm z...
She lost spinnin'
And I'm not off
No allie
But she is
She brought freeze
And that's my type ferrari
I don't care
That is your bitch
Not a hate
A bone to my body
All the axes gonna hit on me
When I get it back to the lobby
We upstairs
Wait upstairs
I's affraid
I'm pop mouth
I got an .....
Why I park in the house
Than I knock you out
Like park you out
After the club
Is the buffalo house
Damn raily at your moma house
Pussy good
She know that shit
Six to eight
And I know that bitch
Outfit go
That's smokin' flower
Off that pill
She go for hours
That ain't your girl
She both are ours
I don't think my money
Might own them dollars
I got money on my mind
Like what else what I been thinkin'
Hand on my car
Black
What else I've be drinkin'
Drinkin'
Drinkin'
Hope I find my way home
I'll be all away gone
I'll be all away gone
Hey hey
Hommie I know it
I know it
She waitin' for me
I know I know
My weed lick
My cup full
I'm fucked up
I know it I know it
Hey hey
Hommie I know
I know I know
She waitin' for me
I know it I know it
My weed lick
My cup full
I'm fucked up
And I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I can tell the way she throw it
That pussy good
She know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I can tell the way she throw it
That pussy good
She know it
Style on a broke hall
No polo
That self for the bitch
You don't know
I do clive your photo
I got whip cream for your coco
Got two hoes on both knees
Two grapes and a rollies
Review
Is that the police
Like that's the shit I don't need
My outfit costs the all piece
She own the hoe
But got trophy
Smells sweet
Wish I
These they love
They are mine
My top of the key
That's gang time
Me and you
Ain't shoot for the same right
Now I post up
And go bassline
You own the bench
No player time
I got new hoes
Ain't friend of mine
Two of those
But I can't decide
Pussy is sweet
Like piece of pie
She broke as fuck
Can't clear her mind
Got to chill
....
I'll be there
Waitin line
You can't tell me
Not to bowlin'
I got to much game
Is brain to mine
I got money on my mind
Like what else what I been thinkin'
Hand on my car
Black
What else I've be drinkin'
Drinkin'
Drinkin'
Hope I find my way home
I'll be all away gone
I'll be all away gone
Hey hey
Hommie I know it
I know it
She waitin' for me
I know I know
My weed lick
My cup full
I'm fucked up
I know it I know it
Hey hey
Hommie I know
I know I know
She waitin' for me
I know it I know it
My weed lick
My cup full
I'm fucked up
And I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I can tell the way she throw it
That pussy good
She know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
I can tell the way she throw it
That pussy good
She know it
