Who am I
Yeah bitch it's Reggie
Came from the coast
I'ma always keep it P
Pimpin ain't dead it just took a little break
Well at least that's what hoes told me
Pullin out my wallet for what
I ain't buyin you shit you needs to back the f*ck up
Real one 23 came in 94
Since the womb I ain't never save a hoe
I been known to keep it sporty
Grew up bumpin Quik, Free, and my nigga E-40
Ain't none of you little bitches gon hold me
No matter what I'ma keep a bad lil shawty
Always stay true no pretend
Got 2 in the back hoppin on the 110
Ain't worried bout hashtags and all the new trends
I know one thing money gon always be my friend
Known to double back and I get it
Hoppin in the studio then I spit it
I know all the real ones gon feel it
Yeah send the west coast beat my way
They know young Regg bout to kill it
Bad little thing in Point Loma
Head so good put a nigga in a coma
18 been gone off the hen
Took a couple sips turned into the coldest with a pen
Let me break it down
Break it down
If you knew better you'll choose better
Heard ya nigga trippin because he know that
I can make you wetter
It's young Regg back up on the scene
Yeah you want me in between
But I'm focused on this green
Used to want southpole
Now I'm mixin Louis with Supreme
Oh man this shit a dream
Oh you thought you was fly huh
Thought those pretty eyes had me mesmerized huh
No no no
Still took you down to the drive-thru
And guess what bitch
You still payin for them fries huh
Ain't shit changed
White yucks on my feet
And I keep them bitches clean
On God
I'm doin good they say I lucked up
Yeah you poppin all them xans got ya mind f*cked up
Been poppin tags
Seen my dad get locked up for chasing all the bags
Now I'm flooded with the bands
3 bitches in a 2 seated lam
All these cameras on me nigga goddamn
Man I want the money
Laughin to the bank
While you niggas with the funnies
Ya girl I ain't wanna smack that
It was her fault sending me that shit on snapchat
If you knew better
You'll choose better
If you knew better
You'll choose better
If you knew better
You'll choose better
Reggie - Knew Better Lyrics
Reggie - Knew Better Lyrics
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Who am I
Yeah bitch it's Reggie
Came from the coast
I'ma always keep it P
Pimpin ain't dead it just took a little break
Well at least that's what hoes told me
Pullin out my wallet for what
I ain't buyin you shit you needs to back the f*ck up
Real one 23 came in 94
Since the womb I ain't never save a hoe
I been known to keep it sporty
Grew up bumpin Quik, Free, and my nigga E-40
Ain't none of you little bitches gon hold me
No matter what I'ma keep a bad lil shawty
Always stay true no pretend
Got 2 in the back hoppin on the 110
Ain't worried bout hashtags and all the new trends
I know one thing money gon always be my friend
Known to double back and I get it
Hoppin in the studio then I spit it
I know all the real ones gon feel it
Yeah send the west coast beat my way
They know young Regg bout to kill it
Bad little thing in Point Loma
Head so good put a nigga in a coma
18 been gone off the hen
Took a couple sips turned into the coldest with a pen
Let me break it down
Break it down
If you knew better you'll choose better
Heard ya nigga trippin because he know that
I can make you wetter
It's young Regg back up on the scene
Yeah you want me in between
But I'm focused on this green
Used to want southpole
Now I'm mixin Louis with Supreme
Oh man this shit a dream
Oh you thought you was fly huh
Thought those pretty eyes had me mesmerized huh
No no no
Still took you down to the drive-thru
And guess what bitch
You still payin for them fries huh
Ain't shit changed
White yucks on my feet
And I keep them bitches clean
On God
I'm doin good they say I lucked up
Yeah you poppin all them xans got ya mind f*cked up
Been poppin tags
Seen my dad get locked up for chasing all the bags
Now I'm flooded with the bands
3 bitches in a 2 seated lam
All these cameras on me nigga goddamn
Man I want the money
Laughin to the bank
While you niggas with the funnies
Ya girl I ain't wanna smack that
It was her fault sending me that shit on snapchat
If you knew better
You'll choose better
If you knew better
You'll choose better
If you knew better
You'll choose better
Yeah bitch it's Reggie
Came from the coast
I'ma always keep it P
Pimpin ain't dead it just took a little break
Well at least that's what hoes told me
Pullin out my wallet for what
I ain't buyin you shit you needs to back the f*ck up
Real one 23 came in 94
Since the womb I ain't never save a hoe
I been known to keep it sporty
Grew up bumpin Quik, Free, and my nigga E-40
Ain't none of you little bitches gon hold me
No matter what I'ma keep a bad lil shawty
Always stay true no pretend
Got 2 in the back hoppin on the 110
Ain't worried bout hashtags and all the new trends
I know one thing money gon always be my friend
Known to double back and I get it
Hoppin in the studio then I spit it
I know all the real ones gon feel it
Yeah send the west coast beat my way
They know young Regg bout to kill it
Bad little thing in Point Loma
Head so good put a nigga in a coma
18 been gone off the hen
Took a couple sips turned into the coldest with a pen
Let me break it down
Break it down
If you knew better you'll choose better
Heard ya nigga trippin because he know that
I can make you wetter
It's young Regg back up on the scene
Yeah you want me in between
But I'm focused on this green
Used to want southpole
Now I'm mixin Louis with Supreme
Oh man this shit a dream
Oh you thought you was fly huh
Thought those pretty eyes had me mesmerized huh
No no no
Still took you down to the drive-thru
And guess what bitch
You still payin for them fries huh
Ain't shit changed
White yucks on my feet
And I keep them bitches clean
On God
I'm doin good they say I lucked up
Yeah you poppin all them xans got ya mind f*cked up
Been poppin tags
Seen my dad get locked up for chasing all the bags
Now I'm flooded with the bands
3 bitches in a 2 seated lam
All these cameras on me nigga goddamn
Man I want the money
Laughin to the bank
While you niggas with the funnies
Ya girl I ain't wanna smack that
It was her fault sending me that shit on snapchat
If you knew better
You'll choose better
If you knew better
You'll choose better
If you knew better
You'll choose better
Writer: Reginald Harvey
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