Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Know You Know’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Lil’ mama not no thief, she not no thief
Steal a show, she still a hoe, yeah
She steal a show, she still a hoe
Yeah, ha
Tony
Check the vernacular
It ain’t no room, so she lapping up
Shawty a blood, and I’m Dracula
In a Tom Ford and I’m blacking up
In a Maybach and I’m backing up
Either protect or attacking us
I just might buy her a Acura
Tell her to drive it to Africa
This how a rich nigga take the trash out
But I’m not a janitor
I’m an ex drug dealer
Get a rush when the egg sizzle
Pocket full of dead people
She mine, I don’t share people
If the feds watch me they can see how many times I done fed people
I hit, but I can’t date you baby
You on the side, like a baked potato
A lil’ crazy, I don’t wanna change you
If you a car, I would candy paint you
That’s a bar, that’s an indicator
Deep breath, hyperventilation
Shorty gon’ share that throat (dope)
She got the best, let’s vote
And nigga, if you know your hoe
That hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon’ hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that hoe a hoe
That hoe is still gon’ hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
She still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
Shorty not a thief, but steal a show, but she still a hoe
I’m a need a million dollar bitch, and a million more
She know I’m a million dollar nigga, with a million hoes
Chillin’ way up in my condominium on the millionth floor
She say that these niggas broke, they make her sick, she healing slow
She say she sick and tired of being sick and tired like Mystikal
I got cash from years ago
I ball ’til my Achilles tore
You say you stackin’ money to the roof, lil’ boy, your ceiling low
She been catching feelings, though
Well all my bitches like Siri, though
I don’t believe in no miracles
She swallow my bacterial
I fucked your hoe, conduct your hoe
You don’t believe it, there’s video
That ain’t your hoe, that was your hoe
She just a hoe, she been a hoe
And nigga, if you know your hoe
That hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon’ hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
If you know you know, that hoe a hoe
You know that hoe gon’ hoe for sure
For sure, for sure
She up next and she finna blow
Still the same hoe
Kissing on you with the same throat
Lil’ mama not no thief, (she not no thief) she not no thief
Steal a show, but she still a hoe, yeah
She steal a show, but she still a hoe, yeah
I just might buy her a Acura
Tell her to drive it to Africa (what?)