I Know

I Know (PR1SVX Edit)

EARDRUMMER

MASA

Wine & Dine

Long Distance Relationship (All Platforms)

Understand

My Ego

Lyrics
[Hook]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, bitch, I’m grown  
You ain’t seen me yet, you ain’t seen the shit I’m on, yea
Biting on my neck, she gon’ fuck me till I’m cold, yeah  
Bitch, give me some sex, she gon’ fuck me till I’m older
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch  
My bitch, she wear chrome  
Money on my phone  
Bitch, I’m peak, I’m grown  
Bitch, I told her, watch her tone  
We don’t get along  
She got French tips on her toes, yeah 
Stand up on my throne

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**[Verse 1]**  
Told her, watch me—designer on my watch piece  
Brand-new car, new Ferrari, look at the cockpit  
Told that bitch, don’t pull up, like bitch don’t call me  
Yeah, I’m in her dreams, she look at me like a zombie

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**[Bridge ]**  
She wanna eat me (eat me)  
She wanna eat me (eat me)  
Wanna eat me (eat me)  
She wanna eat me (eat me)

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[Hook]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, bitch, I’m grown  
You ain’t seen me yet, you ain’t seen the shit I’m on, yea
Biting on my neck, she gon’ fuck me till I’m cold, yeah  
Bitch, give me some sex, she gon’ fuck me till I’m older
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch  
My bitch, she wear chrome  
Money on my phone  
Bitch, I’m peak, I’m grown  
Bitch, I told her, watch her tone  
We don’t get along  
She got French tips on her toes, yeah
Stand up on my throne


Stand on my body, I’m high on narcotics  
Pull up, bitch, you chattin’—suck my dick, I’m tired, yeah  
Rollin’ like a tire, fuck hoes till they retired, yeah  
I like louis , but I’m biased, yeah  
My bitch fruity, she both sides it, yeah

Don’t want beef, put you on silence  
My bitch, she love fighting  
LA, New York, I go flying  
ACOG hit you, now you lyin’ there

Get my bitch, she on her knees  
She suck dick, she so freaky  
Yeah, yeah, she gon’ eat me  
She gon’ eat me like a zombie

Eat me (eat me), eat me (eat me)  
She gon’ eat me (eat me)  
She gon’ eat me, She gon’ eat me

Eat Me

**[Hook]**  
Big old rack up on your head, get you gone  
Yeah, my bitch gon’ suck my dick when I’m stoned  
SRT, new chrome, hit that boy, oh no  
Pistol to his skull, D-R-A-C-O  
My bitch 10 on 10, yeah, your bitch, she a hoe  
She can’t be my friend, told that hoe she gotta go  
I can’t feel myself at all, and I’m falling on the floor  
Yeah, my bitch bad to the bone, she wanna fuck until I’m numb

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**[Verse 1]**  
Fuck me ’til I cum  
Big old stick, nigga keep my gun  
Bitch, I been all in my head, tryna think what I become  
She wanna fuck with everybody, so that bitch get dumped  
Yes, I’m concerned about my paper, told her I see her later  
She a liar, imitator  
She want love, but that’s outdated  
ATL, I pull up later  
Money is my favorite  
I woke up tryna calculate it

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**[Bridge / Ad-libs]**  
Huh, huh, huh, uh, huh, huh, uh, huh, huh, huh  
Yeah, huh, huh, huh, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on  
Yeah, yeah, come on

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**[Hook]**  
Big old rack up on your head, get you gone  
Yeah, my bitch gon’ suck my dick when I’m stoned  
SRT, new chrome, hit that boy, oh no  
Pistol to his skull, D-R-A-C-O  
My bitch 10 on 10, yeah, your bitch, she a hoe  
She can’t be my friend, told that hoe she gotta go  
I can’t feel myself at all, and I’m falling on the floor  
Yeah, my bitch bad to the bone, she wanna fuck until I’m numb

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REPEAT

**[Hook]**  
Please don't stab me in my back  
Baby, you shit on my past  
Now I want commas and racks  
I see the future, and I got a bag
She know I’m sick of all that  
She know I’m sick of fake laughs  
She know I’m sick of all that  
I’m running shit, quarterback  
Burberry put on her bag  
Designer clothes, they all black  
She turned my heart into ash  
Fuck niggas, they talk and they act  
Most niggas wearing a mask  
She said I broke her like glass  
Well, you broke my heart in half

**[Verse]**  
She wanna drop me like bass  
Things in your head you don’t say  
Oh no you ain’t playing it safe  
But we know you feel the same way
How many people it take to replace
That thing in your heat that decayed  
The thing that people don’t see  
I told you it ends in pain  
Tell me, baby, like did I cap?  
I know it hurt bad  
I hope I hurt you back  
I’m tryna fix your past
Baby, I know you know you mad  
Our feelings overlap  
You can’t make this in a lab  
Baby, yeah, I’m sick of that, yea

[Bridge]
I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that
Baby, I’m sick of that  
Baby, I’m sick of that 

[Hook]
Please don't stab me in my back  
Baby, you shit on my past  
Now I want commas and racks  
I see the future, and I got a bag
She know I’m sick of all that  
She know I’m sick of fake laughs  
She know I’m sick of all that  
I’m running shit, quarterback  
Burberry put on her bag  
Designer clothes, they all black  
She turned my heart into ash  
Fuck niggas, they talk and they act  
Most niggas wearing a mask  
She said I broke her like glass  
Well, you broke my heart in half

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