Jarren Benton - You Don't Know Me lyrics

rate me

feat. Hemi

(Verse: Jarren Benton)

Yeah, fuck this lanes nigga in my city

If any nigga got a problem, tell ‘em, come and get me

It’s mister beat on Sunday mornin’ to the bad guy

I’m enjoin’ every moment time pass by

Yeah these new rappers too emo

I’m just stocking bread, I put my bitches out of mean coat

Told you there’s an ego, check your fucking ego

This hoers out here try to get a ring like Smigo

I am sick of your poly, your nigags fake like Pinocchio

When I’m in that pussy these hoers catch and it the holly goes

I will not go for the olvido, walk the mosche mo

She wear mosche no, I fly and I taxedo

Yeah it’s East side til it’s bringing g moriss

This lames nigga tell me stories, yeah the killers fortress

This they the illest in the A and blow your brains out

Fine to go and watch this blood stangs out

I came a long way for see this and hardly record it

I pray my grand mama’s alive when I’m winning the war

Revenge of the nigga with how I’ve been in the soil

In the back of your heard you ain’t ready for war

Don’t get me twist it, my niggas, I’ve been an wirdow

I will fuck you up if you playing with y fucking heroes

I beg your pardon, these niggas there out here do his marbing

Shut out this niggas free hab, I’m dancing and do all about it

And let’s go

(Hook: Hemi)

[You don’t know me like

You think you do] x 2

I’ve been hanging in love but have to mean something

To all around how hate me, I said fuck ‘em

(Verse)

It’s Cally, we got me feeling like an astronaut

I just take a couple toast and then I pass the tight

I’m prayin’ for happiness

Say I ain’t asking a lot

Maybe you lot of great head

And the glasses are lot

They put the hitters to your head cuz you flashing that watch

I’m in that shitty hotel getting nasty

__________(?)

My nigga didn’t beat the hit and he try to find her patient and starts

High school, drop out the race and get my pops

Look at me now, suck it nigga, I’m glad I don’t stop

No religion, I probably won’t die on ______(?)

I use to ride here more but for me will like the riders

I’m just try to be a better father then the one I had,

Money, cars, clothes and hoers,

Niggas wanna bet

She will let the nigga but cuz she’s on the rack

I do the duces at that hoer but now she’s on the cab

Run and snack and fuck the bully with all this raps

Niggas shining in old school they turn the raps

I put this read dope white with the turbaned

I it ain’t about money, I ain’t concern of that

(Hook: Hemi)