Young Roddy

Young Roddy - You Know lyrics

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I bet a real bitch gonn pick up

When a real nigga call drol

I’m tired as hell with no days off

That pussy good I might dose off

I bet a real bitch gonn stay there

If her man get locked behind bars

Homie call home like what my son doing

Then keep my kitty cat warm for me

Bet a real nigga gonn stand tall

Whenever times getting mad hard boy

We were raised up on that g code

It’s trap life against legal

Bet a real nigga gonn take care

Them kids fuck them broads boy

As long as I have to hustle

I don’t want none of that for my youngin

Like big said I get money, till god calling my number

Tryina make it out of this jungle, smoke that loud and laugh at my trouble

Was flat broke, no stuntin, so that loud a lot to get money

Them shots rang and they bustin, got my block hot as an oven

I’m young, rich and I’m famous, I can’t forget about thuggin

They said I’m all the way bugging, smoke that reefer all up in public

I’m lickin shots to them haters, stay the fuck away from my hardo

Either way them hoes gonn feel me, tell em niggas hate it or love it nigga

[Hook]

You know, nigga, you know

I’m tryina see what her neck life

It’s jet life to my next life

You know, nigga, you know

I’ve been busy stackin that cake up

You know, nigga, you know

I’m highed up on that good shit

I’m all about that good sense

You know, nigga, you know

And they ain’t talk about nothing

If they ain’t talking bout money nigga

Hold up, they know, when I load the slim,

They better lay low, beein a clip pop up like egos

And they bars down fror that payroll

I’m all about that cedar, paper jack alfredo

You won’t see maniana, coming short on my pesos

Now bad bitches I take those, aj beats I slay those

Lungs full of that killa, killa, I’m on fire like rico

I drop bombs all on the track, they can’t handle my payload

It’s mangle baby I’m in beast mode, I only go by the g code

I keep I true with my people, I’m on life is how they equal

I’m on another level, from these niggas know I can’t see you

Stop worryin bout what we do, these lame niggas so see through

Got a little o, they done made some change

Now all a sudden you g too

I don’t think so, you still a lame oh

You gets no love, that’s how the game go

I remain o, g for sure, no l’s but who keepin score

Cushed out and I’m sitting low, stackin grams, mackin hoes

Talking shit to a nigga like me

If you ain’t speakin bout that dough, nigga

[Hook]

You know, nigga, you know

I’m tryina see what her neck life

It’s jet life to my next life

You know, nigga, you know

I’ve been busy stackin that cake up

You know, nigga, you know

I’m highed up on that good shit

I’m all about that good sense

You know, nigga, you know

And they ain’t talk about nothing

If they ain’t talking bout money nigga.

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