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You Know This[Intro:]Let's start the year off right I smell that Killa Season comin' on Listen... [Verse 1:] I do what I do, but boo won't get a chicken dinner Unless you kiss my wood, you won't get a splinter She agreed, not surprised, and merked off Not Jamaican, but I gave her my jerk sauce No oxtails, knew me for rock sales She ain't drink liquor, but I gave her a cocktail Gave me great knowledge, call her Top Yale You gon' make me cum? She replied: "I will not fail" Hot damn – "you chockin' me, goddamn" Treat my dick like some dice and shake that shit with your hot hands I could start a riot, you cannot deny it Talkin' loud - but they pockets quiet [Hook:] Your girl all on my zipper In the club, baby, more of them tippers Better yet, man, more of them strippers Matter fact, man, more of them lit blunts Aye, and you know this Aye, and you know this Aye, and you know this You so focused, I'm glad you know this [Verse 2:] In a average car, at the bar On the dance floor, smack, watch me grab her bra But I still get fly and only doubted y'all When the sun hit the jewels, turn to Avatar Yeah, but in my pocket are ghost locs No folks, that'll bring it in on a rowboat No joke, blow smoke, thought I had no hope Then I copped a yacht, guess I showboat Yeah, I guess I showboat Catch me on the water, baby, that's how hope floats My chauffeur in Louis, my loafers are Gucci Tonight your girl my bitch, and I'm hosting her coochie [Hook] [Outro:] Let's start the year off right... |