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Jettas - She Wanna Know lyrics

Artist: Jettas

album: She Wanna Know


Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh yeah
Jae did it
She wanna know
Oh
Yung Jet Li, why u cut me off? (Oh)
I told her girl
You gotta better understand me (Oh)
She pullin' up to my crib just talk to me (Oh no)
I told that bitch, I ain't really wanna talk to ya (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
You ain't pullin' up to my shit (Oh)
If you ain't wanna ride around with my clique (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
We gon' pull up, we gon' drop shit (Drop shit)
Drop top riding round' town with my side chick (Oh, oh)
You fucked up all the way to yo head (Yo head)
Girl, you always wanna stay on my bed (Oh)
Move on to yo next man, gotta say that (Gotta say that)
Why u stay hitting my line, I ain't with that (I ain't with that)
You a hoe so bitch stop callin' me (You a hoe)
I stay juggin' through the streets, yeah they know it's me (Ya'll know)
All these bitches fuck with me, they be all on me (All on me)
I'm just living life, bitch stop playing me (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna know
Oh
Yung Jet Li, why u cut me off? (Oh)
I told her girl
You gotta better understand me (Oh)
She pullin' up to my crib just talk to me (Oh no)
I told that bitch, I ain't really wanna talk to ya (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
You ain't pullin' up to my shit (Oh)
If you ain't wanna ride around with my clique (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
We gon' pull up, we gon' drop shit (Drop shit)
Drop top riding round' town with my side chick (Oh, oh)
Top-end, designer brand, Margiela (Margiela)
Manila grew up a hard hitter (Hard hitter)
She with ya but stay hitting my insta' (Yeah, yeah)
Ferrari, whited out, 2-seater (Oh, oh)
"Like call me, Jet Li, why don't you call me?" (Oh)
I said, "I ain't mess with you, why u bother me?" (Oh)
Moved on to another chick, now you sorry (Oh)
Girl, you ain't fuck with me before, why u salty (Oh, nah, nah)
She wanna know
Oh
Yung Jet Li, why u cut me off? (Oh)
I told her girl
You gotta better understand me (Oh)
She pullin' up to my crib just talk to me (Oh no)
I told that bitch, I ain't really wanna talk to ya (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
You ain't pullin' up to my shit (Oh)
If you ain't wanna ride around with my clique (Yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh
We gon' pull up, we gon' drop shit (Drop shit)
Drop top riding round' town with my side chick (Oh, oh)

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