letra de i dont know you - luvpika
[intro: pika]
i got so much f-cking money all around on me
if you tryna make that bread then you should follow me
if you do not care about the money then don’t feat with me
i don’t wanna be the one i could never be
[chorus: pika]
i don’t wanna go, go, go
but everybody’s pretending like i know, know, know
and you think that you’re so cool, you’re not my bro, bro, bro
keep on walking, keep on walking ’cause you’re slow, slow, slow
i don’t know you, no
i keep on chasing the bag
she wanna f-ck, but i’m breaking her back
all that you say is cap
like the old days how i’m bringing it back
you-you wanna do it again
i cannot talk to no b-tch she a fan
she wanna sleep with the gang
you can not try you go out with a bang
[verse 1: crusey]
making racks now
you get packed out
got ah with his ah
now he blacked out
ah-ah-ah posted in the back-back
ah-ah-ah b-tch, i’m counting racks-racks
talk down we gon’ put him in a pack
creepin’ slow dressing all black-black
can’t defend now we attack-ack
b-tch i’m posted at mcdonalds with a mac-ac
[verse 2: deepinparis]
ask me how i do it, ask a million questions
b-tch i’m the one to mess it up, oh i’m so reckless
you need to back it, back it up for a second
and i will never show ’em love, i felt it
yeah, i wanna thank the people keepin’ me goin’
and i’m bussin’ out with chops
for the ones that don’t know it
got a chance i can’t blow it
talent, i’ma show it
no, i can’t control it
i need to blow my nose, i got a cold
rojo, make him see red like it’s rojo
yeah, you a bozo
suited up like frozone
i got bullets in the clip, got ’bout ocho
[chorus: pika]
i don’t wanna go, go, go
but everybody’s pretending like i know, know, know
and you think that you’re so cool, you’re not my bro, bro, bro
keep on walking, keep on walking ’cause you’re slow, slow, slow
i don’t know you, no
keep on talking about me
i don’t care bro can’t you see
going up so fast and i make you my mini-me
talking sh-t behind my back
but you beg me for a crack
you can’t talk so bad ’cause all your sh-t is f-cking wack
[verse 3: pika]
quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
feel like venthan, i’m in duck hunt
b-tch i got a fat blunt
tell that boy don’t come front
i feel like sh-t and i never get better
i’m going up and i feel like the weather
talking so much and you think that you’re cleaver
[outro: pika]
go, go, go
but everybody’s pretending like i know, know, know
and you think that you’re so cool, you’re not my bro, bro, bro
keep on walking, keep on walking ’cause you’re slow, slow, slow
i don’t know you, no
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