D.EE - We Know It Lyrics
verse 1
We got the old school beans out
The whole team on a hundred
Got that theme song black shades
Green, keep it coming
Double cup on the regular
Chip on your shoulder lekker heavy bruh
But I don't know much about it
'Cause I've been spitting dope sixteens
Since age sixteen
Running through the streets with the team
Trying to get to the green
Alcohol percentage for me is a little extreme
Bottle after bottle routine
Is what comes mandatory
Totally evidential tryna do something
'Cause I'm pulling on your figure
And you're pulling on my zipper
The team is getting bigger
And we got a lot of liquor
You don't find them any thicker
Leave these other niggers bitter waddup
Tight leather pants, bands make her dance
Came to the club scared of romance
What do we have here!
No panties on, please take me home
You don't driver German
Please move along motherf***er
hook
Walk in the club and all eyes on us
VIP full of broads and we all gon bust
Tables full of these bottles
And get our section full of these models
Cause we f***ed up and we know it, we know it
We get f***ed f***ed and we know it, we know it
verse 2
We in the club cutting grass like a lawn mower
Tryna hit them center folds with a fold over
Got the haters to a minimum
They spitting anesthetic bars
We ain't feeling 'em
Yeah, they got their epileptic flows
You throwing up your lettuce
Tryna cater to these hoes
She calling it a fetish
Every time I'm in a pose
But I'm hoping shit increase
To being better than my thoughts
These are late nights up in VIP
My niggas running through new hunnies every single week
And I'm accustomed, if I f*** her then she my Nicki
But if I don't then I can brag and say I made her cream
She was part of the team
Tight leather pants, bands make her dance
Came to the club scared of romance
What do we have here!
No panties on, please take me home
You don't driver German
Please move along motherf***er
hook
All the thick bad b****es in the club back it up
All the thick bad b****es in the club back it up
Shorty game so right and the ass tatted up
Shorty game so right and the ass tatted up
verse 3
So what's it finna be
How much you tryna see before i can give you the D
We hot boxin in the club are you rolling with me
And with this capital, nobody broader than me
Tight leather pants, bands make her dance
Came to the club scared of romance
What do we have here!
No panties on, please take me home
You don't driver German
Please move along motherf***er
hook x 2
Bottles to the sky, go and pop it off
Booty to the side, go an drop it off
