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Tokyo Jetz - “Know The Rules” feat. T.I. (Official Music Video - WSHH Exclusive)
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Ay
Ice my jewelry, sport my whips
Which one the boss? Well I'm that bitch
Hang with shooters, they gon' step
From the field, that boy like Steph
Took a chance bet on myself
If he talk crazy on the net
Twitter fingers ain't protected
Like a shower, get 'em wet
No back and forth, I swear I mean it
Tryna spazz, just need a reason
He gon' step, don't need no molly
He at church or at a party
No peace if I want beef
Change my number, tryna squash it
Same whip just spent yo block
If you was smart, bitch, you'll watch it
Call Chi-chi, it's a problem
Call him cleaner, he gon' mop it
That boy got butter fingers
When it's issues, he gon' drop 'em
Beat a bitch up out her bags
Green light 'em at the spot
Freaky bitches set 'em up
Caught 'em lackin', gettin' top
Bitch eat that dick up
No mistake, don't need no hiccup
Probably need to watch my temper
'Cause one call, that boy gon' stick up
Know **** dead broke
That'll leave you dead broke
Give a fuck 'bout who you is
I put that on yo dead folks, ****
Okay now, ain't nobody playing, this some serious shit
Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit
Lil girls ever wanna own businesses
Well Tokyo finna tell you what the business is
First off, fuck yo bitch and the clique you claim
Ain't no conversation, we don't mention names
Ay
We keep 'em coming while we running for yo jewels
Steady gunning, keep on bussin' at them fools
Bitch, you know the rules
I hate a pussy, I can see it in his face
Make 'em beg me just to eat it
On his knees, he saying grace
Think it's sweet, they catch you with 'em
Knock a bitch right out her lace
Talk shit and back it up
Geek squad, I MAC'ed 'em up
I ain't worried 'bout no beef
Bitch, I can walk through any spot
I'm gon' sign 'em if he tweakin'
I'm just tryna make 'em pop
Hoes love throwing subs
Send a at, you really with it
Name dropping in them songs
We know you ain't really spinnin'
Get from round bitch you wear yo glock for dress up
See me like a ghost, tell the bitch to pick his head up
Had a baby in '19, 2020 ain't no let up
Call whoever bet against me, tell that **** it's a set up
And fuck who ain't around, no regaining my respect, ho
Moved to the 'burbs, still plugged in the ghetto
Real ass bitch, get respected by the biggest
Heard she dropped a line, I ain't trippin', she ain't with it
Fuck ****
Okay now, ain't nobody playing, this some serious shit
Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit
Lil girls ever wanna own businesses
Well Tokyo finna tell you what the business is
First off, fuck yo bitch and the clique you claim
Ain't no conversation, we don't mention names
Ay
We keep 'em coming while we running for yo jewels
Steady gunning, keep on bussin' at them fools
Bitch, you know the rules
Written by: Bruce Washington, Clifford Harris, Dennis Lambert, Duane S. Hitchings, Franne Golde, Johnny Jackson, Malcolm R Greenidge, Shauntrell Pender, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu A. Fula
