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i know - jon connor lyrics

[intro]
we interrupt this program to bring you an emergency announcement
yeah, yeah
i guess real motherf*ckers need somethin’ else to wake up to, right
i don’t know where y’all gon’ play this sh*t at
yo, play this sh*t loud as the f*ck, though

[verse 1]
i’m done with f*ckin’ these shallow hoes
i need a woman with sense, goals
do you give a f*ck ’bout your kids or you more concerned about the paint on the nails on your toes?
look around you and the people you talkin’ to
is the conversation keepin’ you broke?
f*ck if you slide down a pole, i’m impressed if you can still get money and keep on your clothes
i pray that you ain’t impressed by no bottle
i pray that gold diggin’ ain’t traced from your mama
just ’cause you take selfies all day and post pictures on instagram
b*tch, that don’t make you no model
and tell all my n*ggas that say they got problems
they payin’ for kids and got three baby mamas
and say they got nothin’ but drama
sh*t, i feel your pain, but my n*gga, they still makin’ condoms
i hope that catchin’ a nut don’t outweigh your ambition
if it do, that would explain your position
now she in court with her sister for moral support
’cause you ain’t wanna force a commitment
n*ggas like, “connor, we glad you back in the game”
sh*t, i can see why, these n*ggas still lame, these hoes still on game
sh*t, ain’t nothin’ changed
ahh!

[chorus]
i know, i still see f*ck n*ggas still on f*ck sh*t
i know, i still see b*tch n*ggas still on b*tch sh*t
i know, i still see hoe n*ggas still on hoe sh*t
i know, i still see lame n*ggas still on lame sh*t, i know (yeah)
[?] i been on some wild sh*t, i might punch a n*gga at my show
i still see f*ck n*ggas still on f*ck sh*t, i know
i still see b*tch n*ggas still on b*tch sh*t, i know

[verse 2]
i stick to the code like i’m 2pac, hangin’ out the door (yeah)
if they take this as a motherf*ckin’ joke
then i’m heath ledger hangin’ out the door (yeah)
i’m from the north side of flint where n*ggas want the smoke
look, i don’t tell no tales, i give you facts (yeah)
i don’t respect the shooter or the rat
either way, you just addin’ to the stats (yeah)
either way, we just lost somebody black
and all the real motherf*ckers glad i’m back (yeah)
fake n*ggas out here winnin’, puttin’ on a act
gettin’ rich off keepin’ n*ggas dumb and in the trap
sh*t, i’m just tryna keep my folks intact, but

[outro]
sh*t gettin’ outta control, the lame n*gga get a little bit of money, start thinkin’ he ain’t corny no more * no, n*gga, you just a lame, corny n*gga with money! females out here f*ckin’ anybody. phew, lord

- jon connor lyrics

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