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LIL SCRAPPY lyrics : "You Ain't Know"

[Chorus:]
You aint know
You aint know

You aint know
You aint know


Imma go and hit ya (*##$ first (you aint know)
After that then go in her purse (you aint know)
Dog her out if the #~!!@ is the worst (you aint know)

Know all the ^!$$%s with the $#&@in work (you aint know)
Holla at ya boy if you want the purp (you aint know)
Talk %#@! then ya get ya $$# murked (you aint know)

Showin out gone get ya feelings hurt (you aint know)
And Im to real to have my name in da dirt (you aint know)


[Verse 1:]
Whats up ^!$$% is u lame wit no name
Cryin on my phone cause you aint got no brain

It aint my fault cause yo brain cant explain
Da and missles the pain that you get from the cain
I went thru da sunshine and da rain but I had to maintain

Walkin bus to a plane
They knocked me out but I still feel da same
Can anybody help me, Can you feel my pain

Speeding down da highway
Truck an impress
Got da tool on my seat, and da vest on my chest

Im da 05 chain ya aint stuck in da rain
Im so fine, no lie, shorty just gave me da brain
Im too real, I give dap to errbody

And I don't give a $#&@ I'll slap errbody,
And you don't like me,
And I don't like you

You go around and $#&@ my (*##$
And Imma $#&@ yours too


[CHOURS]

[Verse 2:]

I keep it poppin aint no stopping
Pistols poppin heads dropping ^!$$%s
Dats mad at me cause they $#&@in wind is floppin

Im da topic wheels choppin
Haters watchin
^!$$%s poppin dem thangs dat a leave ya damn head rockin

I don't recommend dat you don't pay attention
Until maturally you in the fetal position


Scrappy be getting money
Yeah I know you was wishing
Sayin a ^!$$% aint real, you was bull%#@!ting

I was born as a militant midget

I got guns and funds and a ^!$$% can get it

I got da cain, bet ya 15 digits
I got that hard nite-quil, if you need a fixin
I bombard em straight charge em

My boys shoot towards any cop and squad em
No leg no arm I kick rocks you lame
Lyrics so sick you form a voice spear round ya dame


[CHORUS]


[Verse 3:]
Now off top im Bohagon
Im a fool don't flex

Understand what Im sayin
I keep da tool on deck
Gotta couple bad (*##$es

Gotta few girls dat take me state to state
And help me make da cake
Im layin low now I gotta !@%!e date to make

Might cost a couple grand
I keep dat %#@! in my hand
It might go wrong

I keep dat %#@! in da plan
So when %#@! $#&@ up I know dat %#@! in advance
^!$$%s wanna play wit it thank it's a game and
Come at me sideways
Thank im a lame like I aint got real %#@! running thru my veins

Like I want pull that real thang and bust those veins
You see me im da same
Gotta lot more change, a lot more (*##$es
Given alot more brain
Da king of da country %#@!

Dats my thang Im Bohagon mother$#&@a dats my name (you aint know)

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