Uh yeah, yeah
Yeah I'm too gone, I just sent a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I don't wanna f*ck wit' y'all you're too slow
Too slow, past life
I can't let the chance slide, I just want the money get my bands right
Shawty know the stacks right
Why you try to f*ck with me?
No, you cannot play me
Shawty said she wanna have my babies
Kissin' on your f*ckin' thighs I'm wavy
Can't be callin' you a bitch, you a lady
Take it back, take it back
I want you to save me man
I just need a savior man
Where were you when shit hit the fan?
Uh yeah, yeah
Yeah I'm too gone, I just sent a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I don't wanna f*ck wit' y'all you're too slow
Too slow, past life
I can't let the chance slide, I just want the money get the cash right
Shawty know the stacks right
Shawty know, shawty know
Why she try to top me for?
I'ma hit a block on the phone
It's like I'm playin' slots with you hoe, I can't tell
Like a big spell
Damn the pussy got me like a resale
Swear to God I hit it once it ain't a big deal
Got me f*cked up, like I'm on an X pill
Text me back, text me back, I want you to text me back
I don't want my soul gone under attack
Had to stop with Dexies man
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm too gone, I just set a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I be stackin' m's I call it cash flow
Text me back, text me back I want you to text me back
Baby girl you're givin' me a heart attack
I ain't even check the tag
Four pockets red, she a bad bitch
She ain't average
Yeah I told her, hop up in the cab quick
Savage, she know I'm a savage
She know I be rappin' overlappin
Too many flows, too many hoes
Real shit I ain't fappin' bro
But I know my action's cold
Yeah I like designer clothes
Oh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah, that's gang
Stt Laurentt - SHAWTY KNOW Lyrics
Stt Laurentt - SHAWTY KNOW Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Uh yeah, yeah
Yeah I'm too gone, I just sent a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I don't wanna f*ck wit' y'all you're too slow
Too slow, past life
I can't let the chance slide, I just want the money get my bands right
Shawty know the stacks right
Why you try to f*ck with me?
No, you cannot play me
Shawty said she wanna have my babies
Kissin' on your f*ckin' thighs I'm wavy
Can't be callin' you a bitch, you a lady
Take it back, take it back
I want you to save me man
I just need a savior man
Where were you when shit hit the fan?
Uh yeah, yeah
Yeah I'm too gone, I just sent a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I don't wanna f*ck wit' y'all you're too slow
Too slow, past life
I can't let the chance slide, I just want the money get the cash right
Shawty know the stacks right
Shawty know, shawty know
Why she try to top me for?
I'ma hit a block on the phone
It's like I'm playin' slots with you hoe, I can't tell
Like a big spell
Damn the pussy got me like a resale
Swear to God I hit it once it ain't a big deal
Got me f*cked up, like I'm on an X pill
Text me back, text me back, I want you to text me back
I don't want my soul gone under attack
Had to stop with Dexies man
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm too gone, I just set a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I be stackin' m's I call it cash flow
Text me back, text me back I want you to text me back
Baby girl you're givin' me a heart attack
I ain't even check the tag
Four pockets red, she a bad bitch
She ain't average
Yeah I told her, hop up in the cab quick
Savage, she know I'm a savage
She know I be rappin' overlappin
Too many flows, too many hoes
Real shit I ain't fappin' bro
But I know my action's cold
Yeah I like designer clothes
Oh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah, that's gang
Yeah I'm too gone, I just sent a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I don't wanna f*ck wit' y'all you're too slow
Too slow, past life
I can't let the chance slide, I just want the money get my bands right
Shawty know the stacks right
Why you try to f*ck with me?
No, you cannot play me
Shawty said she wanna have my babies
Kissin' on your f*ckin' thighs I'm wavy
Can't be callin' you a bitch, you a lady
Take it back, take it back
I want you to save me man
I just need a savior man
Where were you when shit hit the fan?
Uh yeah, yeah
Yeah I'm too gone, I just sent a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I don't wanna f*ck wit' y'all you're too slow
Too slow, past life
I can't let the chance slide, I just want the money get the cash right
Shawty know the stacks right
Shawty know, shawty know
Why she try to top me for?
I'ma hit a block on the phone
It's like I'm playin' slots with you hoe, I can't tell
Like a big spell
Damn the pussy got me like a resale
Swear to God I hit it once it ain't a big deal
Got me f*cked up, like I'm on an X pill
Text me back, text me back, I want you to text me back
I don't want my soul gone under attack
Had to stop with Dexies man
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm too gone, I just set a hit out on a new phone
Four pockets red, I ain't even know bro
I be stackin' m's I call it cash flow
Text me back, text me back I want you to text me back
Baby girl you're givin' me a heart attack
I ain't even check the tag
Four pockets red, she a bad bitch
She ain't average
Yeah I told her, hop up in the cab quick
Savage, she know I'm a savage
She know I be rappin' overlappin
Too many flows, too many hoes
Real shit I ain't fappin' bro
But I know my action's cold
Yeah I like designer clothes
Oh, oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah, that's gang
Writer: Laurent Formica
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid