John X Smith - I Know

John, John, you don't need to say the X

I been stressed tryna make a milli
Juggin' through the city
They been counting my pockets all along (Okay)
Ops went and creeped in my home
Put a 7.62 through his dome

Finna buy, but your prices high, front me for the low
My money green and you want it I know (Why wait?)
And the bands in the ceiling, coke on the floor
And you hella local, I been all around the globe (All around the globe)

Fuck 12, spent the night in jail
Tossed me in the cell
Bomped out with the Benz on four’s
Rose called me said the dope still jumping off the stove (yeah)
Pussy you can keep the pussy, I just want the dome

I got two bitches and they been fighting over custody
If you loving me, sock it to my pockets or don’t fuck with me
Luckily, you right here right now and busting me
With your busty ass
Blade been slow tonight I need a double fee (Respectfully)

Met two bitches at the Doubletree
They from oversees (Off the boat)
One them hoe is from Belize
Other hoe got double D’s (And perky)

17 in the magazine, you can’t trouble me
or fuck with mine how it’s your second charge
You had the blick and ain’t got extra time

Bust some L’s in the Sacs 5th all on a bitch
I finessed her for her PPP loan (I love that hoe)
Big m’s on the shit that I own
I hustle hard for the shit that I want
For the shit that I want (All that shit I want)

Finna buy, but your prices high, front me for the low
My money green and you want it I know (Why wait?)
And the bands in the ceiling, coke on the floor
And you hella local, I been all around the globe (All around the globe)

Fuck 12, spent the night in jail
Tossed me in the cell
Bomped out with the Benz on four’s
Rose called me said the dope still jumping off the stove (yeah)
Pussy you can keep the pussy, I just want the dome

Blue bag of the Takis at the store (I got the bag)
Lemonade with some Don Julio (Pour It Up, Pour It Up)
I got hella hard on a thot, bout to break a bitch
But I’ll never ever baby sit a fucking hoe

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, girls playin’ with they nose
And the gitty I know what comes after that
In a V8 Bi-turbo, Sumitomo run-flats
Give a fuck if she A cup, if she got the ass
Put the bag right up in her buns, let her carry that
Go get that cash bitch, bring it back, I need all of that (Bitch)

I let the choppa hang out the window
That body drop now they lookin’ for a soul
Like where’d it go?

Finna buy, but your prices high, front me for the low
My money green and you want it I know (Why wait)
And the bands in the ceiling, coke on the floor
And you hella local, I been all around the globe (All around the globe)

Fuck 12, spent the night in jail
Tossed me in the cell
Bomped out with the Benz on four’s
Rose called me said the dope still jumping off the stove (yeah)
Pussy you can keep the pussy, I just want the dome (That’s that)

Written by:
Chris Smith, Christopher Smith

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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