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Description
Studio Personnel, Producer, Engineer: Doc McKinney
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Producer: Mano
Engineer, Studio Personnel: Josh Smith
Mixer, Studio Personnel: Jaycen Joshua
Assistant Mixer, Studio Personnel: Maddox Chhim
Studio Personnel, Assistant Mixer: David Nakaji
Composer Lyricist, Bass Guitar, Associated Performer, Additional Keyboards: Dylan Wiggins
Studio Personnel, Mix Engineer: Chris Galland
Composer Lyricist: Emmanuel Nickerson
Composer Lyricist: Martin Mckinney
Composer Lyricist: Jason Quenneville
Composer Lyricist: Henry Walter
Composer Lyricist: R. Mayers
Composer Lyricist: Abel Tesfaye
Composer Lyricist: Jeffery Williams
Lyrics and translation
Original
Know me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Know me
Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na
Know me
Whoa
Know, me
I used to pray to hear my songs on the radio
Growing up, my foot was only after kickin' doors
Keep sixty bitches backstage, at like every show
Ain't no more Hanes on my balls, these are Kenneth Cole
All these squares in my pictures, yeah we cropping those
Let 'lil shawty lick my dick, I had my boxers on
Everybody 'round me popping, bitch we kettle corn
Private, PJ on the e-way with the P-1
Carat and a half dripping on my neck, son
Take a bubble bath with a rapper's baby mom
Young dirty nigga rocking, wylin like a swamp
Yeah, I just fucked up last night, didn't tell 'em my name
All these hip-hop rappers down to be Drake
All my double cups purple like the soul plane (na-na-na-na-na)
Diamonds on me loud, got you silent
Got her bouncing on this dick like hydraulics
Cause you know me, you know me
You know me, you know me
Every time we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow, pow!), you know me
Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy tryna find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much on the regular
We gon' let them hits fly, we gon' let it go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face numbing off a bag of blow
I'm like, goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn, bitch, I am not a Bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard, make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these R'n'B niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick, she go Lo Mein
You know me, you know me, you know me
Every time we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow, pow!), you know me
Ugh
Young, young nigga, same OG, stayin' low-key
Stayin' ten toes deep
Both feet says G (says)
Maybe B says I'm a G
I'm a weakness, like The Weeknd, smoking weed man
I beg your pardon
It's true, the rumors that they start 'gone make us break apart
Assuming they've influenced all this
Sudden change of heart (change of what?)
The voice recording take off with the whole thing
'Mind them that they know me
No way you think if ever I decide to cut my hair like Abel
Just like Jaden Smith, I'll probably walk around a day with it
Okay, you lame, I'm a-okay with it
Might take the pepper around my old ways
'Mind them that they know me
'Cause, you know me, you know me
You know me, you know me
Every time we try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow, pow!), you know me