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N****z Know Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Royal
Length: 3:35
Written by: Daron Waller
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Don Royal - N****z Know Lyrics




Niggas know what I do
Niggas know where I be
Niggas watch my moves
Try to see what I see
Niggas can't be
Niggas can't be me

Young nigga from East coast
Where we ride with our hat low
Gun and our bitch close
High with a blunt rolled
I know y'all probably watch
What a younging nigga do
I know y'all wanna copy
How a nigga move
I see y'all try elevate
I see y'all try to meditate
And be up on my level
Nigga I ain't mad at you
I'ma make it out
And be the living proof
Get my clothes out my
Grandma's living room
And put my mom in
A house with a swimming pool
You too Gmom I ain't forget you
I don't even want much
Just a studio
Blunts in the ash
With a couple hoes
A lot of fans rocking out
To a nigga shows
Hood bitches love me
I already know
All the go getters
Know I'ma make dough
Even hating niggas
Say that I'm gone blow
With a frown probably
Sitting in the row
Rich niggas even
Scared when I walk through
And I got me a whip
I ain't got my own crib
I ain't got a bad bitch
With a couple mills
But niggas out here
Think I got a few deals
And I can take em
From the slums
To the top hills
I still struggle
Gotta worry bout
My mom bills
Stress on my mind
But it don't build
Couple homies
Still around cause
They been real
F*ck ice got a bitch
That a give chills
Deep throat
Like her life depended
On it
Ride my dick
Til her shit be
Dripping on me
Click click
Done with you
She Come through for me

But a youngin
Gotta get dough
I can never stay the same
I can barely even keep flows
Momma always said watch
Out for the freaks hoes
And watch out for the ones
Claiming that they bro's
But if you true to yourself
They'll get exposed
I been dropping fake niggas
Like a payroll
And keep an angel
On my dick with a halo
Keep an angel
On my dick
With a halo
Nigga spitting
Automatic flow
Too humble
Y'all gone turn me
To a savage tho
I'm shooting shots
Like Dirk Won the chip
For the Mavericks hœ
Y'all fell off like Howard
Leaving Magic whoa
And can't get it back
Niggas bump my shit
Can't say it's whack
And if they never knew
The name they'll
Play it back
I can see the fake love
When they give it back
They don't wanna
Shake hands so I give'em daps

Niggas gone hate on
My name
Niggas gone hate on
My name got damn
I don't even want
That fame but niggas
Gone hate on that fame
Oooh Yea

Niggas know what I do
Niggas know where I bee
Niggas watch my moves
Try to see what I see
Niggas can't be
Niggas can't be mee
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Niggas know what I do
Niggas know where I be
Niggas watch my moves
Try to see what I see
Niggas can't be
Niggas can't be me

Young nigga from East coast
Where we ride with our hat low
Gun and our bitch close
High with a blunt rolled
I know y'all probably watch
What a younging nigga do
I know y'all wanna copy
How a nigga move
I see y'all try elevate
I see y'all try to meditate
And be up on my level
Nigga I ain't mad at you
I'ma make it out
And be the living proof
Get my clothes out my
Grandma's living room
And put my mom in
A house with a swimming pool
You too Gmom I ain't forget you
I don't even want much
Just a studio
Blunts in the ash
With a couple hoes
A lot of fans rocking out
To a nigga shows
Hood bitches love me
I already know
All the go getters
Know I'ma make dough
Even hating niggas
Say that I'm gone blow
With a frown probably
Sitting in the row
Rich niggas even
Scared when I walk through
And I got me a whip
I ain't got my own crib
I ain't got a bad bitch
With a couple mills
But niggas out here
Think I got a few deals
And I can take em
From the slums
To the top hills
I still struggle
Gotta worry bout
My mom bills
Stress on my mind
But it don't build
Couple homies
Still around cause
They been real
F*ck ice got a bitch
That a give chills
Deep throat
Like her life depended
On it
Ride my dick
Til her shit be
Dripping on me
Click click
Done with you
She Come through for me

But a youngin
Gotta get dough
I can never stay the same
I can barely even keep flows
Momma always said watch
Out for the freaks hoes
And watch out for the ones
Claiming that they bro's
But if you true to yourself
They'll get exposed
I been dropping fake niggas
Like a payroll
And keep an angel
On my dick with a halo
Keep an angel
On my dick
With a halo
Nigga spitting
Automatic flow
Too humble
Y'all gone turn me
To a savage tho
I'm shooting shots
Like Dirk Won the chip
For the Mavericks hœ
Y'all fell off like Howard
Leaving Magic whoa
And can't get it back
Niggas bump my shit
Can't say it's whack
And if they never knew
The name they'll
Play it back
I can see the fake love
When they give it back
They don't wanna
Shake hands so I give'em daps

Niggas gone hate on
My name
Niggas gone hate on
My name got damn
I don't even want
That fame but niggas
Gone hate on that fame
Oooh Yea

Niggas know what I do
Niggas know where I bee
Niggas watch my moves
Try to see what I see
Niggas can't be
Niggas can't be mee
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Writer: Daron Waller
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