| Yo C, that’s where your boo stay at?
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| Oh they ballin' like that huh?
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| What they think about you fool?
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| Chorus
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| I’m down with you, 'til the end boy
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| when the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin'
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| So I ain’t trippin' on what they sayin'
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| about you, cause I got you, even if your creepin'
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| Chorus
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| It’s like one plus one, equals me and you, boo
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| I know you forever TRU by the things you do
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| Not only would you ride, die, and cry for me
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| You’ll even take my charge, kiss your baby bye for me
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| Now that’s love, that unconditinal kind
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| If we broke up, or you throw up, you might lose your mind
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| You catch me red-handed, with my hands on the goods
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| But you let me slide cause you know I’m straight out the hood
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| You say it’s because of all the little things I do
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| If minds only knew the real things we been through
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| But most of all I like the way you be scratching my back
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| and grabbin' my pillows and pulling the sheets, when you’re lovin' me
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| Now you gonna ride with me wodie when times get hard
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| Now if my luck change, then we both live large
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| Take care of the kids, cause I’ll be home in a week
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| and that diamond bezzle you wanted, it’s under the tree
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| Six carots, two minks, I’ll be bringing with me
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| Them ?? |
| get out cause I’m ready to flee
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| See I like a thug girl that’s gonna keep it real
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| And when the cops pull us over, she’s gonna hide that steel
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| And my boonapalist post bail when a soldier be down
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| And she even hit a lick, just to keep me 'round
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| My little boo don’t even trip when they be wanting her man
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| Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend
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| Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug
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| And before we go hustlin', it be kisses and hugs
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| And don’t mess with no scrub, cause she love that bud
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| And there ain’t no limit to this ghetto love, ya heard me?
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| Chorus
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say
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| Boy they don’t really know you, like I really know you
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| I don’t care what they say |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Don't Really Know You (Feat. Erica Fox) , by - C-Murder. Song from the album Best Of C-Murder, in the genre Поп