50 Cent - You Know (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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50 Cent - You Know (en) Lyrics
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Cee-lo, we know
I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner
If I crap out the strap out
Cause I snap right back to
the beginning, nigga
You know I will let it pop
Front if you want bitch
I will make it hot
You know, you think you
ill, but you not
You will need a tombstone,
you will need a plot
I peep what niggas hate
through my peripherals
Boy, if I leave this club back to
the car I got some shit for you
Wanna party? We can paint the town red
Them bottles ain't shit to
me, a nigga got bread
I'm big money, big business, I love it
For the bad bitches with big
asses and the budget
I'm the boss, until you know shit
is going how it got to go
I don't want talk tonight,
I might just buy the hoes
My pleasure principle spend no expense
First I'm happy then she happy
then she can pay the rent
It's nothing to a nigga when he up
But when they down I bet you he
won't give a bitch a buck
Flip and catch an attitude like
''bitch, what the fuck
You want from a nigga, huh? You
fucking up a nigga, huh?'
Look, girl, you know you
sitting on a gold mine
Fuck with them other niggas
think you so fine
My flow hotter than the gun
after that clip done
Don't care about the set you claim,
motherfuck the gang you bang
I hang around with hustlers
and hoodlums
That party get the popping then
we beefing and we shooting
Let's party like it's 1999
Flat top Gazelle, the swag
going back in time
I got it locked, they can't ignore it
Man, nigga, know some bullshit
I'm all for it
Heroin Don seven sixty leaning
Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming
trying to hit a lick
Them victim niggas thinking
''damn, why me?''
I'm thinking why these
niggas never try me
Maybe they feel the vibe,
they know a nigga live
I let it off inside and outside
The club rocking, it's on tonight
Them bottles popping, we getting right
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