Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song They Don't Know , by - Max B. Song from the album Charly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Emg
Song language: English
They Don't Know |
| Proud of you, boy |
| See, what they don’t know |
| We family |
| It’s just us, baby |
| Nigga I’m in the zone |
| Coming home |
| They don’t know |
| I spray off whole clips |
| Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know |
| They was saying I wrote shit |
| Yeah, I wrote shit |
| They don’t know |
| They was saying we hopeless |
| But we focused |
| 'Cause I’m in the zone |
| Coming home |
| They don’t know |
| Better get the molasses out your ass girl |
| Her money slowing but we live in a fast world |
| Bigga getting money, he gotta fast car |
| I was sellin' dreams to my last girl |
| Hop in the Double R T, not a scratch |
| It’s the third chauffeur this week |
| Scoop V.I.P, he on 139th St |
| Bag of cheese doddles, coconut Italian ices |
| Lil Kill Bill, pop a chill pill |
| I can go on the Ave 'til this day and it’s still real, but |
| You barley see me now, I’m too up |
| Maxi on TV now, black copped two trucks |
| Shorty was something fine, Rollie another time |
| Rolled up another piece, snorted another line |
| Perfume Dior, CHANEL No. 9 |
| Cold as the Artic Blast, temperature hundred five |
| I can smell a deuce even when I ride |
| I tell the truth even when I lie |
| Nigga we the proof even when I die |
| 3 piece Armani suit, that nigga fly |
| I spray off whole clips |
| Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know |
| They was saying I wrote shit |
| Yeah, I wrote shit |
| They don’t know |
| They was saying we hopeless |
| But we focused |
| 'Cause I’m in the zone |
| Coming home |
| They don’t know |
| Added a new roof top, yeah |
| I’m the reincarnated 2Pac, yeah |
| Camilla Cabella, she on the radar |
| Continental GT, I gotta AR |
| Got 'em in the cheap seats, I gotta pay y’all |
| Jealous of EMG, they don’t wanna play y’all |
| Gotta AK, I shoot deers |
| Run up on you like Chakka Zulu, nigga, I threw spears |
| Gotta figure that made me mad |
| Bitches is crazy bad |
| Fucking her dog style, finger in baby ass |
| See me, she wanna flirt, tease me I wanna squirt you |
| Fuck and hook up a steak, Celli from Color Purple |
| Snoop had me sipping Gin, it’s a team effort |
| See, it don’t matter who get the numbers as long as we get the win |
| Get to the money first, family I get 'em second |
| The bitches I get 'em last |
| When it’s beef, I get the weapon |
| I spray off whole clips |
| Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know |
| They was saying I wrote shit |
| Yeah, I wrote shit |
| They don’t know |
| They was saying we hopeless |
| But we focused |
| 'Cause I’m in the zone |
| Coming home |
| They don’t know |
| Spray off whole clips |
| Play off old shit 'cause they don’t know |
| They was saying I wrote shit |
| Yeah, I wrote shit |
| They don’t know |
| They was saying we hopeless |
| But we focused |
| 'Cause I’m in the zone |
| Coming home |
| They don’t know |
| Yeah |
| We family |
| We Wingates, baby |
| Boss Don Biggavel |
| VIP |
| Color Purple |
| Yeah |
| We working hard |
| Aye, VIP man |
| Time to reap the fruits of your labor |
| Oh, yeah |
| It’s EMG Music baby |
| Yeah |
| I’m in the zone |
| They don’t know |
| I’m coming home |