Lyrics:
a frying pan
Racks in my jeans, your salaries, you know I'm not lying man
Woke up this morning, I just hit the bank
Diamonds they hop out the chain
Ops told
man and he went to Yale
*** I went to jail, you can go to hell
You got some *** to tell? I got some *** for sale
I got staxxx in my jeans, Phantom up
feelings yeah he get ya
But I know that my self vibing with ya
Fuck right now I talked to myself not with ya
Guess this hard enough I'm a playboi to ya
Be
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
Too cold
Too bold
And whatever else was told to me
Think she really know me through my feed
Saving older tweets
Come and talk to me
Her man is Jo
I
say goodbye to Batman
He had a real good ride
The Caped Crusader sends a message
"Sorry but I died"
The Arkham Knight's gonna take it from here
By
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you
command"?
"Carterhaugh it is my own
My father gave it to me
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh
And ask no leave of thee"
Jenny has tucked up her skirt
A little
man
In my opinion only hope that we kinda
Have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I
that!)
You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that)
You my first cousin, though, but come on, man
You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in
Don't want to spend my whole life trying to get right
I'm trying to have fun and get by so I'll write
I want to help those who can't sleep so they
it was
Man, I really couldn't
Even though I probably should do it
Slap the bitch and put some hot cap into it
She didn't know I knew it
She used
, she busting out her jeans
Ok she rock a lotta tags
She wonder with the bag
Yeah she tryna be in my bed
But all she get is head
I heard she looking for
jeans
Ok she rock a lotta tags
She wonder with the bag
Yeah she tryna be in my bed
But all she get is head
I heard she looking for a man but I just need
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I
my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that)
You my first cousin, though, but come on, man
You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years
16 years just to find my fate
And I know where I'm going, got me climbing to the top
Tree of life, never fall, never drop. Don't look down when you're
Born alone, die alone
Bury me with all my poems
I'm going ghost, phantom of the opera
Bark is cheap, I got bite like cobras
I don't know what they
than you all, so I don't have to pause
All of y'all can suck my balls through my drawers
Dark knight feelin', die you be a hero
Or live long enough
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah thats a sheet
And you know what, we fixin to score a fuckin key
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Kici's jeans
Saint Laurent Jeans gotta keep when I hold this shit
Saint Laurent jeans I gotta keep when I hold this shit
I got sack your man don't got sack
Holla back
Discuss these i know my man by jean knight Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In