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SaintFmg - Know That Lyrics



SaintFmg - Know That Lyrics




From the dirt

You nikkaz out here fakin

Out the suburbs
But actin like you gangsta

I keep the 40 on me
Dick wit a laser

Broke and bummy
No ambition nikkaz lazy
On the gang

Fast money shit

Don't trip
Just retired

I'm not a pimp

The game f*cked up
To many simps

Gfe bfe
These hoes
Don't respect shit

Playin wit the game
Will have you takin Ls

Now you sittin in a cell
Hopin you get some mail
So I stay chasin chicken
On a mission
Countin digits

F*ckin yo bitch all over the kitchin

Don't be a menace
Betta boss up

Can't relate to you
If you Neva lost none

But we are taught to survive
Got it out the mud

Turn this pressure into diamonds

F*ck a bitch
Get yo money
Stack it quick

Neva trust
Stayy solid
Get rich

Fly nikka
Got a plug up
In the rich

Ima project baby
Out them gold bricks

Easymoney aaron

SaintFmg
Betta get yo hoe
I might still take
A choosin fee


Blowin smoke

Stackin up this dough
Stay up out mine

Always on my grind
Catch a nikka outside

I wrote this in a Beamer truck
Had yo bitch legs up
While I was deep n her guts
She set you up
You didn't think yo baby mom a do that
Talkin all shit
Now you got shit in a bag
Blue rag
Talkin bout cuz this n cuz that
Last laugh
All up in her purse
She sellin that ass

But f*ck a bitch
Can't really trust a bitch
Not tryin to fall in love
I be dolo
Stackin my chips

Knee deep in the game
Tryna get out of it
They say I love it so much

That I might die in it


So be it

Hot head heathan
Chasin bucks
Not givin a f*ck
And that just be the reason

They call me mr get it out yo bitch
Keep a 40 on me
Fly young bull
About his shit
Nikka
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From the dirt

You nikkaz out here fakin

Out the suburbs
But actin like you gangsta

I keep the 40 on me
Dick wit a laser

Broke and bummy
No ambition nikkaz lazy
On the gang

Fast money shit

Don't trip
Just retired

I'm not a pimp

The game f*cked up
To many simps

Gfe bfe
These hoes
Don't respect shit

Playin wit the game
Will have you takin Ls

Now you sittin in a cell
Hopin you get some mail
So I stay chasin chicken
On a mission
Countin digits

F*ckin yo bitch all over the kitchin

Don't be a menace
Betta boss up

Can't relate to you
If you Neva lost none

But we are taught to survive
Got it out the mud

Turn this pressure into diamonds

F*ck a bitch
Get yo money
Stack it quick

Neva trust
Stayy solid
Get rich

Fly nikka
Got a plug up
In the rich

Ima project baby
Out them gold bricks

Easymoney aaron

SaintFmg
Betta get yo hoe
I might still take
A choosin fee


Blowin smoke

Stackin up this dough
Stay up out mine

Always on my grind
Catch a nikka outside

I wrote this in a Beamer truck
Had yo bitch legs up
While I was deep n her guts
She set you up
You didn't think yo baby mom a do that
Talkin all shit
Now you got shit in a bag
Blue rag
Talkin bout cuz this n cuz that
Last laugh
All up in her purse
She sellin that ass

But f*ck a bitch
Can't really trust a bitch
Not tryin to fall in love
I be dolo
Stackin my chips

Knee deep in the game
Tryna get out of it
They say I love it so much

That I might die in it


So be it

Hot head heathan
Chasin bucks
Not givin a f*ck
And that just be the reason

They call me mr get it out yo bitch
Keep a 40 on me
Fly young bull
About his shit
Nikka
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Writer: ARMAND JAMAL JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., Songtrust Ave

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