Issue No 122 They Know Lyrics


They Know by Issue No. 122

ft. 2 Chainz, Ty Dolla $ign

[Chorus]

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck!
I pull up in that truck, pull up in that truck.
I run that bitch over colored traffic,
And, yea, I'm on my own, I'm screaming fuck it!

Payed a hundred dollars for some head, nigger.
Say you ain't did it!
I know you get licked for it, nigger!
Say you ain't did it!
Now if we here, in this league, nigger,
And you don't wanna spend it.

[Chorus]

Fuck it, I'm whipping it crazy,
I'm riding the Ford, I'm doing 180,
I am so heavy, my brain is so deadly,
Tied a nigger by the watch and chains,
They ain't never see me coming like this!
Smoking on dead gasoline in the fifth,
I need diggling for the choppering,
'cause all you bitches wanna do is suck dick.
I hop on the fence.
I'm offended by whole defenders.
Drink O.D. for morning sickness.
Your dad was a motherfucking snitch, nigger,
You are born a witness.
Accident forgiveness, say my name by accident,
We act, go in a drive-by,
You won't meet me, or see me whining.
I am gangster like a raised guy would.
Jerry curl, on the side.
I like thighs and breasts, I have 'em stressed.
I don't even know where my phone is.
Crib so mo'fucking big, I don't even know where my room is.

Been so fast, they say there he go.
Been so bad, man, I think she know.
Tucked a hundred to a mil, man, I think they know.
Jugging on a low, man, I think they know.
I think they know, I think they know, hell yeah,
I think they know.

I think they know it if they don't be know it I fuck it I show it like you owe it other case Samoan, I don't get it going back and back and forth.

I'm black like a mourning, got you dishonest, in the back, in the morning, their money coming, try to stack enormous, you niggers' pussy fuck around on your hommies.

I think they know it, they know it, they know it, I gotta play and see around the corner, I got some bitches here from California. Got on my chains I'm looking like a dog. But these niggers don't want that I put that on Yadda, my ... honey, my girl for a drama, go to L.A. meet the plug at the Thomas.

I'm still the king of my city and they know it.
And I paint picturesquely words, I'm a poet.
And I try the top of my whip, are we sour?
I think it, I check in a minute, if niggers say win it
Then they get it started.

Been so fast, they say there he go.
Been so bad, man, I think she know.
Tucked a hundred to a mil, man, I think they know.
Jugging on a low, man, I think they know.
I think they know, I think they know, hell yeah,
I think they know.

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