I Know (remix) (feat. OSBS)

2 Chainz

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    [2 Chainz]
    If it ain’t gas, I ain’t smokin’ it
    Say the ol’ national’s loccin’ it
    Say my nigga though we provokin’ it
    And I had a pot with a fork in it
    And it go skrrt when I turn it
    I teach you how to trap, ‘higher learning’
    Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt when I lean it
    Cuban link on Aquafina
    Wore big drip to the subpoena
    Funky Cold Medina
    From the stove, to the arena
    Got a side chick missing, have you seen her?
    I’m a big dog, nigga don’t forget that
    I still know where the stick’s at
    Know some people that will do you dirty
    But I still know where the rinse at
    Designer on me, motherfuckin’ mismatch
    I never said where the bitch at
    I'm tryna make my goals
    I’m tryna right my wrongs
    I got my Wife on froze
    I got the ice that glows
    They don’t even sell it in the stores
    They don’t make this type no more

    [OSBS]
    Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
    Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
    Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi
    Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
    Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
    Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
    I know, I know, she needs, oh yeah

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    So many bricks, had to Gucci my sweater
    Drip like umbrellas, we step in Margiela
    She think it’s real, I know I can do better
    Come to the face tryna keep it together
    I know you down for whatever
    That guy there done made you a savage
    You built for whatever
    Foreigns, my foot on the pedal
    I’m good so I’m racing the devil
    That iced out my bezel
    Shout out AG ’cause it made me a killer
    I know the cops and the ops want the killers
    South of LA we don’t smoke Reggie Miller
    Splash of codeine I can barely remember
    My niggas don’t drop a dime or a nigga
    You die, alright, they won’t miss you
    Pull up with clips, they hang out like they with you
    Lost my day one, gotta tote through the pictures
    I know when I broke your heart, you was dinner
    I had to vent through a stack and a stripper
    Gucci bandana, I tied on a pistol
    He just drip sauce when I kill ‘em
    Saint Laurent on the denim

    [OSBS]
    Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
    Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
    Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi
    Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
    Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
    Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
    I know, I know, oh yeah

    Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
    Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
    Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi
    Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
    Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
    Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
    I know, I know, oh yeah

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