Rockie Fresh - sh** I Know lyrics

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Rockie Fresh - sh** I Know lyrics

[Verse One: Tayyib Ali] Tell them b**hes I'm that n***a, tell them hoes to tell they friend They say that I look like money, I guess Benji got a twin Living a dream, other n***as just pretend, I be balling, he just stand Roll with me or stick with him, get it in, make it happen Say you balling, show some action, I be rapping while my n***as play guitar No Lenny Kravitz, hit the stage like y'all, what's happening? Never wait for a reaction, twist it up in Philly but I swear to God It feel like Purple City, call my n***a Rockie, we knock ‘em, dominoes Two of us and like 90 hoes, you ain't trying to f**, well you gotta go But we might go chill, play that game, all type of sk** They say he sick, all type of ill, we (?), I ain't got a deal That's sad bro, n***a in the air, no NASA, just ‘cause a n***a got his cash up That don't mean a n***a got his swag up, (?) In the black truck, throw ‘em in the bag like Fabolous Young skateboarder so hazardous, on my Philly sh** till the casket's dug [Hook: Tayyib Ali] Hard work for the dough, she say a n***a cool, keep telling me sh** I know See, I don't follow rules, keep telling me sh** I know, you see my clothes is new Keep telling me sh** I know, know, know, know, know, keep telling me sh** I know Know, know, know, know, keep telling me sh** I know, know, know, know, know Keep telling me sh** I know, know, know, know, know, keep telling me sh** I know [Verse Two: Rockie Fresh] I'm the fliest in my city, when you see me, say what's up I'll be riding with my den, yeah, I'm all about a buck I got hundreds on my table, f** them twenties on your truck Little homie think he fly, he can get them feathers plucked My first mixtape was a smash, they called it beginner's luck But Rockie still moving up and a lot of these n***as stuck So I put they a** on ice, without no skates, without no puck Call me Gordon Bombay when I say they better duck And all the bad hoes love me ‘cause I show ‘em new things Purple drink, Blue Dreams, APC her new jeans A young king, n***a, you should go and ask about me Ever since she got me, she could never see a a** without me Roll around my town, y'all know how I put it down King, give me the crown, yup, I'm so underground But now a n***a blowing up, name everywhere And I finna run the game, b**h, I'm a f**ing player [Hook]

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