Letra de Ya Know It
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(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it
(Verse)
I got all this gold on me, I done lock on Mr. T
All these bitches come here, Aston Martin, don’t forget the fee
She walked inside my crib, she said my shit look like it’s Bloomingdale
Damn no shit like getting fly
Fashion killer, give em hell
Ain’t in set but I keep me a rocket
Quit drink lean like a alcoholic
All done fall up under that deposit
Big bank roll, ain’t never need a wallet
Uh, I don’t pop molly, how about MCM?
Bad bitches in the club, bitch now look at him
I’m ballin, I’m ballin like I hit the lotto
Aston Martin, settin trends, why you niggas follow?
I’mma cop that Aston Martin, you know that Murcielago
30 years on and still in the silver Rolls
(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it
(Verse)
East side nigga, that Columbia drive nigga
Mr. let em fly nigga, I know you terrified nigga
Better run and hide nigga, better stay inside nigga
I’m with Ashton in that Aston, on 285 nigga
Big face hunnits, make a bitch go crazy
Spend a check in hunnits
I ain’t even know when she
Cuz I’m sippin lean, I’m sippin lean, I’m sippin lean
My niggas rollin green, they rollin green, they rollin green
Come on fuck with the team,
You better come and get yo bitches
Before she get behind the tent
Bet she fuckin with a real nigga, you can’t pay her rent
But I do not give her money, I just pass her to this clique uh
(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it
(Verse)
I got all this gold on me, I done lock on Mr. T
All these bitches come here, Aston Martin, don’t forget the fee
She walked inside my crib, she said my shit look like it’s Bloomingdale
Damn no shit like getting fly
Fashion killer, give em hell
Ain’t in set but I keep me a rocket
Quit drink lean like a alcoholic
All done fall up under that deposit
Big bank roll, ain’t never need a wallet
Uh, I don’t pop molly, how about MCM?
Bad bitches in the club, bitch now look at him
I’m ballin, I’m ballin like I hit the lotto
Aston Martin, settin trends, why you niggas follow?
I’mma cop that Aston Martin, you know that Murcielago
30 years on and still in the silver Rolls
(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it
(Verse)
East side nigga, that Columbia drive nigga
Mr. let em fly nigga, I know you terrified nigga
Better run and hide nigga, better stay inside nigga
I’m with Ashton in that Aston, on 285 nigga
Big face hunnits, make a bitch go crazy
Spend a check in hunnits
I ain’t even know when she
Cuz I’m sippin lean, I’m sippin lean, I’m sippin lean
My niggas rollin green, they rollin green, they rollin green
Come on fuck with the team,
You better come and get yo bitches
Before she get behind the tent
Bet she fuckin with a real nigga, you can’t pay her rent
But I do not give her money, I just pass her to this clique uh
(Hook)
Young east niggas
You know I’m getting that shit for real
Know I’m rockin all designers, give a fuck bout how you feel
Know that Rollie all gold, know my diamonds all real
Know that gas super strong, know my pot is double C
You know it
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