lirik lagu r3 da chilliman - know dat
[intro]
(angel heaven sent)
[chorus]
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f~ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f~ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
[verse 1]
gm~522, stick hangin’ out
i’m the reason lil’ bro ain’t gon’ take you out
bullets hot, know how i feel, but i don’t think you do
i’m the reason young n~ggas wanna crash they coupe
everybody rides by choppers and they ain’t got no choppers
i’m bouncin’ out with baby chopstick like did shotas
we get mad and drop bodies, so, n~gga, keep your distance
my chain expensive, yours cheap, so our chain’s different
if a b~tch is usually impressed, that is not my type
nowadays, b~tch f~cks n~ggas that ain’t got no stripes
i ain’t trickin’, i just blow bags on pretty b~tches
if your b~tch see me, then i’m leavin’ with her
it’s high~powered rapper weed inside this leaf
n~ggas hang their jersey up when there wasn’t no beef
i got rich written across my knuckles
thumbin’ so much money, have me feel untouchable
[chorus]
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f~ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f~ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
[verse 2]
i might show a lil’ love, but i don’t trust a thing
i’ma walk up when i shoot, so i don’t need a beam
bad b~tch, i’ll pay to get her body done
b~tch can’t play in my face ’cause i’m far from dumb
if you really want a low~tier, cleats up
’cause i was taught if you don’t grind, you don’t eat nonthin’
anytime you see me out, i got thousands on me
i’ll creep down your street and man down your homie
n~ggas went broke and they gon’ stay broke
even my b~tch got a gun and a bankroll
n~ggas grown~ass men never had a bag
livin’ off his b~tch, type of sh~t is that?
[chorus]
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f~ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f~ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
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