Ace Hood

Ace Hood - I Know lyrics

rate me

[Hook: x2]

Ok I may know me some killas

Bitch I may know me some goons

I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool

Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool

Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

[Verse 1:]

Ok um, what it do, what it is, what it be though?

Hit the city with a bad lil' freak ho

Hop up outta the beamer that's on low pros

Two Fours, suicide on the back yo

Ridin 'round, eagle on my lap yo

Pop off, shots to ya elbow

More shells, comin through your window

All black, semis slide in the renzo

Get money, about cash, I'm a nympho

10-4, need my slice, like Kimbo

Drop top, that's only when the wind blow

See a nigga low pro, double M logo

Hold up, and I'm with a bad bitch

She thick, nothin like ya average

My pussy, make her call a nigga daddy

The bitch so sassy, she damn near had me

But I ain't trippin, cause the swag on pluto

Fly nigga he wouldn't know what to do though

Call me, Papi Chulo

Polo when I'm ridin in the culo

God damn, I'm way too gutta

Keep a toast, and I'm bout my butta

Shoot a nigga, that's on my motha

Don't believe, just ask my brotha

[Hook: x2]

Bitch I may know me some killas

Bitch I may know me some goons

I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool

Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool

Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

[Verse 2:]

Ok I, bounce onto this beat like pogo

Know my t-shirt and boxers polo

Love me a little coco loso

Bitch ain't fuckin, that's a mother fuckin no no

Hate when they say they ain't no groupie

Trick you choose, and they already know so

Couple hours in the Cadillac fo-do

Gettin some head, suck it so slow

Hot damn, sippin on a little Rose-mo

Red bone, graduated out of Flo-Mo

Got a job and she wanna get paid mo

Add her to the pay roll, do as I say so

Six figure nigga 20 with the rape yo

Keep killas if you wonder what the K fo

Blat blat, couple shots till ya can't go

Yessir when it's about that dinero

Hit the block in the mother fuckin lambo

Double G sandals, tank top camo

Good lawd, man the nigga be swaggin

Just imagine the penthouse pattern

Pockets stay full of that cabbage

Neck and wrist stay full of them karats

Some shit you can't inherit

Me and money eloped, we married

[Hook: x2]

Ok I may know me some killas

Bitch I may know me some goons

I keep them people 'round 'case them niggas actin' fool

Betta know I keeps it real, and plus my mother fuckin tool

Just know my bitch is bad, and so is her attitude

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