Know Yo Place歌词
歌手：Xavier Wulf 专辑：Know Yo Place
M-E-M-P-H-I-S, yes
Go on fail this test boy
And get your ass pressed next
I don't give no ***** 'bout none of them hoes
I don't reply to texts
I just let 'em sit in there
Headphones up in my ear
Music still loud
'Cause you ain't sayin *****t I need to hear
La-la-la-la-la
And turn around and walk up out of there
I don't give a ***** bout none of them *****s
Keep them over there
She sent me a text to late like
Aye baby-boo, is you near?
I said, ***** you want
She said, bruh please get me up out of here
I said, where you at?
She said, we chillin at his momma crib
Worst part about it
I ended up stranded over here
And he ain't even got no *****
Now he tryna go jug a Uber man
I said, ***** I'm sorry
So sorry for your dilemma ma'am
But I gotta make back
To the bank before five fam
I'ma have to get you up off
Of my line like now
I ain't gon' say it twice *****t
I'm hangin' this ***** up right now
That's right my *****
Like I said I don't give a ***** about
None of these hoes
And I don't give a ***** about
None of these fan think-they-know-it-all ass *****s
I built my career based off
Doing whatever the ***** I wanted to do
Whenever the ***** I wanted to do it
I'm ridin' down the block with
Doctor Jeff slick scared
'Cause you don't ever know
What's goin' through his head
Yeah and I think them *****s
Was really dead bruh
But ***** it
I said my grace let's get this bread
Yeah, yeah
You *****s weak you *****s ain't fed enough
Yeah
That's why you mad ***** what you playin' for
Me and my *****s built a whole new game up
And y'all know I ain't lyin'
***** you know the same thang huh
I'm one of the first underground kings
And we was the first
Screamin ***** the mainstream
We the ones said ***** a deal
Get yourself some skill
A little dedication in the wheel
Mix it all together that's a formula to kill
It's Slaughter Wulf Woe
Pay yo homage or be squealed
My pig nose forty so gorge-it give 'em chills
She said let's go hop off in it
And spin it back to your crib, *****
Yeah
That's right my ***** let's do another recap
Like I said I don't give a ***** about
Nan none of these hoes
I don't give a ***** about
Nan none of these *****s
Y'all can hate, do what you want to
But at the end of the day
Ain't none of you *****s
Ain't never been on *****t
*****, yeah
Go tell them haters take a chill pill
And catch a cab now
Why she tweakin', why she geekin'?
Where her ride at?
I run a business, 1-800-GETYOURCLOUTBACK
Damn my phone ringin' right damn now
Boy would you look at that?
You want a verse?
I'll do you worse and send this hearse back
And don't hit my email
If you ain't got them fire beat packs
You lyin' hatin' ass rappers can retire that, yeah
Or catch this final form Wulf Attack
Go on fail this test boy
And get your ass pressed next
I don't give no ***** 'bout none of them hoes
I don't reply to texts
I just let 'em sit in there
Headphones up in my ear
Music still loud
'Cause you ain't sayin *****t I need to hear
La-la-la-la-la
And turn around and walk up out of there
I don't give a ***** bout none of them *****s
Keep them over there
She sent me a text to late like
Aye baby-boo, is you near?
I said, ***** you want
She said, bruh please get me up out of here
I said, where you at?
She said, we chillin at his momma crib
Worst part about it
I ended up stranded over here
And he ain't even got no *****
Now he tryna go jug a Uber man
I said, ***** I'm sorry
So sorry for your dilemma ma'am
But I gotta make back
To the bank before five fam
I'ma have to get you up off
Of my line like now
I ain't gon' say it twice *****t
I'm hangin' this ***** up right now
That's right my *****
Like I said I don't give a ***** about
None of these hoes
And I don't give a ***** about
None of these fan think-they-know-it-all ass *****s
I built my career based off
Doing whatever the ***** I wanted to do
Whenever the ***** I wanted to do it
I'm ridin' down the block with
Doctor Jeff slick scared
'Cause you don't ever know
What's goin' through his head
Yeah and I think them *****s
Was really dead bruh
But ***** it
I said my grace let's get this bread
Yeah, yeah
You *****s weak you *****s ain't fed enough
Yeah
That's why you mad ***** what you playin' for
Me and my *****s built a whole new game up
And y'all know I ain't lyin'
***** you know the same thang huh
I'm one of the first underground kings
And we was the first
Screamin ***** the mainstream
We the ones said ***** a deal
Get yourself some skill
A little dedication in the wheel
Mix it all together that's a formula to kill
It's Slaughter Wulf Woe
Pay yo homage or be squealed
My pig nose forty so gorge-it give 'em chills
She said let's go hop off in it
And spin it back to your crib, *****
Yeah
That's right my ***** let's do another recap
Like I said I don't give a ***** about
Nan none of these hoes
I don't give a ***** about
Nan none of these *****s
Y'all can hate, do what you want to
But at the end of the day
Ain't none of you *****s
Ain't never been on *****t
*****, yeah
Go tell them haters take a chill pill
And catch a cab now
Why she tweakin', why she geekin'?
Where her ride at?
I run a business, 1-800-GETYOURCLOUTBACK
Damn my phone ringin' right damn now
Boy would you look at that?
You want a verse?
I'll do you worse and send this hearse back
And don't hit my email
If you ain't got them fire beat packs
You lyin' hatin' ass rappers can retire that, yeah
Or catch this final form Wulf Attack
