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I was gonna explain myself And then I decided I don't wanna do that I don't look back so that ho ass never see my face, okay Being passive-aggressive is in my DNA, okay Y'all want agave it's not an even trade, okay Honey bold, been a minute since I been Issa Rae, okay It's, like, too much attention, I'm learnin' evil ways, okay Singin' to "Still Not a Playa" while he feed me grapes, okay Slept with his teammates, I flee the state, okay Pops pull up outside the function, that's my fuckin' getaway Let me set the record straight, I'm sick right now On my shit right now, I stole your clique right now All those cool kids that you use to run with, they're with me I'm sick right now, hits with JID right now I'm on your man's dick right now, new fit right now, like uh- Basically, basically, basically I'm mad, huh Pop up, get the top off, and go in and get the bag, huh Pull up to Machus, cop the Virgil with the tag, huh Your circle not listed, it's a pity you, gotta beg, huh Who do you know here? Who do you know here? You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer Who do you know here? Who do you know here? (I don't see anybody waitin') Who do you know here? (I prefer you say, "Congratulations") You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer Who do you know here? (Tell me, motherfucker, never me, I get the check) Listen, listen, listen I get the check Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, I get the check I go like And1 and I walk back to the half and get the check They follow me, follow me, follow me, I get the check Them dollar bills nothin' I need 'em blue I get the check, ayy I get the-, I get the-, I get the check I get the check like X marks the spot I spend a little extra for that shit that's in the parking lot But Peter Parker couldn't catch me on the web, I'm at the top I'm tapped in, I tapped that, she tapped out, top five, time out Tell me what the fuck you niggas talm'bout I'm tired, might put a Tommy gun in Tomi Lahren mouth I'm wildin', I want a foreign now Drop my mama off outside the Lord house And pick my partner up from out the courthouse Let a nigga snore, I breathe fire through the door Vampire to the coarse and puttin' bodies in the forest Hearin' voices, hear the chorus, feel the words through my chords It's a cold war, it's the talk of coals, I'm known for it Who you know get your I.D. showin'? Them niggas G checkin' I'm skippin' line, TSA PreCheckin', they ain't never checkin' for weapons My section set for the President, but that's irrelevant I'm nobody special, but we just question it Who do you know here? Who do you know here? You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer Who do you know here? Who do you know here? (I don't see anybody waitin') Who do you know here? (I prefer you say, "Congratulations") You can't even get past the fuckin' bouncer Who do you know here? (Tell me, motherfucker, never me, I get the check) Listen, listen, listen, I get the check (check, check) Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, I get the check I go like And1 and I walk back to the half and get the check They follow me, follow me, follow me, I get the check Them dollar bills nothin' I need 'em blue I get the check, ayy I get the-, I get the-, I get the check Oh, yeah, DJ OG One representing It's official, you know what time it is Rose City
Writer(s): Dacoury Natche, Destin Route, Sina Holwerda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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