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They Don't Know Me

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They Don't Know Me

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I'm so G'd up, from the feet up

All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up

Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up

White boy, yes we wasted

We don't pack blunts we two faced shit

Old school shorty I'm bassin

All they trapers like they wasted

I'm about my money like Mayweather, hommie

I'm a winna, you a looser like Sam Mosly

Niggers think they're harder than me, I be like wow,

I think these new songs sound like

I feel like I just came home from jail

I, move from italics to the bell

Because I'm a sizer, we pack the lammas

We pitbulls, doberman, bitches an rottweilers

So all you little wannabe can get it

I get away with murder, I'm O.J. Simpson

The blood above veins

I'm geed up, talk to em waka flacka flame

I'm so G'd up, from the feet up

All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up

Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up

White boy, yes we wasted

We don't pack blunts we two faced shit

Old school shorty I'm bassin

All they trapers like they wasted

Niggers think they're wavy, they ain't really wavy

Test flow, you gotta be crazy, you gotta be insane

Fuck'em with the murder team

Niggas turn momma's house into a murder scene

Modern day biggy, modern day Jay

I can make Nikky believe she not gay

I stay with a bad bitch, slag Jay

I might do a sex tape, me and Kim, Kate

I fuck her like a G tour cd,

She's singin one blood but she bout to do 3

I let her smash the hommies, I'm the big hommie

5, 000 dumb moves that kill for me

I'm so G'd up, from the feet up

All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up

Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up

White boy, yes we wasted

We don't pack blunts we two faced shit

Old school shorty I'm bassin

All they trapers like they wasted

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