Gots Ta Know Lyrics

Luckyiam

Create a picture in my head and then I go get it
A lot of people know the secret but I'm so efficient
I'm a product of a perfect version of a picture
Makes me wear the point guard, a quarterback, you gotta listen
I'll be winin' them plays and I'm an all-star
The understand of the game, you see, it's so wrong
So I'm thinkin' of change, that's what I meant though
But they ain't thinkin' of change, it's what they don't want
So I can try to explain what I'm here for
Or keep on doin' my thing cuz I'm a wit sport
California 5, talk the talk to make your body rock
If you were off the fellowship been listenin' to Molly Mol
It's my piphany and Imma just conduct this
A lot of people maybe hatin', give a fuck less
Look, you got to walk the party, stay the best dress
Shots a hour, whiskey picky picky pretty pretty briss briss
Follow me, swallow me, pull your bottles
Indie sing, music king, fuck the models
Magazines get a lead back to haunt ‘em
Now if you think that make me fresh, you the problem

I'm so cline you gots to know
Ain't no fingers that you wrote
If you row with bosses youll like us
Angry busters you gon crow

Go, I'm an 80's kid, used to know the rules of thrillin'
When I finally get to heaven, buy some Goodsome feeler
But right now it's Lucky up a mike out
I told ‘em you should get a name, you told me night prow
And Imma call ‘em back but to him I'm on your back
He was probly sleepin' on the heatin', now he's over that
We go to next page, next day's upgrade
Even if it was a problem that you can't fake
Take the cut then we stuck it in your iPod
We the freshest alligators, bitch your odds are
Reapers only, never fuckin' with the phony
I control the microphony, mama make me macaroni
Only row with originators, heat an hour later
Chillin' like an Eskimo, we're sleepin' on refrigerator
In the tundra, thirty below and under
Went from cute to sexy, used to call me chocolate thunder
I'm so cline you gots to know
Ain't no fingers that you wrote
If you row with bosses youll like us
Angry busters you gon crow

I'm so fly you gots to know
Ain't no finger fresh your nose
If you row with bosses you get dough
Angry suckers you gon throw

It's a marion huh
Yep yep
It's perfect but it's natural
Al'ight, look, listen

Al B keeps me crispy clean
I love them crispy creams
Now rock as small as size of LIG
Thinkin' of a back thummer season in the future
Lucky my example, like a top notch producer
You really can't go funk if you boyfriend's a loser
Back before you know him, he was switchin and he Guccin
Probly got you in the sack, you let him stick it in your pooper
Probly put a bullshit actress on the shit that he was doin'
Get with the turkey, never sore like an eagle
A lot of doubters call me based on my ego
But I'm a boss, bitch, and boss is his we go
Now if you're down and get this money go where we go

I'm so cline you gots to know
Ain't no fingers that you wrote
If you row with bosses youll like us
Angry busters you gon crow

I'm so fly you gots to know
Ain't no finger fresh your nose
If you row with bosses you get dough
Angry suckers you gon throw

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