Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Don't Know, artist - Meek Mill. Album song First Come First Serve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.01.2015
Record label: RIP
Song language: English
She Don't Know |
| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off |
| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal |
| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| Money won’t ease us |
| Man niggas even hated on Jesus |
| Living life on the road on the chase for the money |
| Cause the hoes won’t please us |
| Yeezus told us there’s blood on the leaves |
| Ain’t no love in the streets |
| Let her run into me and she wanted to meet |
| Now she fuck with a G |
| Got your bitch not wanting to speak |
| Hold up, y’all mahfuckers tried to shit on us |
| Chain all lit all up |
| Porsche with the horse like get on up |
| And my bitch got that shit on her |
| Rock Balmain cause I’m ballin' |
| I put red bottoms on red models |
| And no more red bottles |
| Straight Belarie nigga every bottles |
| Ricky Rozay we in here |
| Double M G we’ve been here |
| Straight from the north side |
| Right by the project how did I get here |
| Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch |
| From the Hills, probably live there |
| And get money like me |
| And the pussy so wet I need swimwear |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off |
| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal |
| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| Suicide doors, riding around with a suicide whore |
| There’s no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them |
| Going everywhere you are not going |
| Doing everything you are not doing |
| And I’ve been out to get it and you mention my niggas that’s suicide on them |
| Right back to the money my nigga no we don’t play |
| Say my name and that’s D.O.A |
| And all these chains is saying we okay |
| And we drink Champagne, eat Frito Lays |
| At lunchtime, do it for the ghetto one time |
| I don’t even know how to tell time, look at our time |
| Cause the watch say bust down and the whole band is drumline |
| Me and my nigga, Rozay that’s my nigga |
| D-Boy, that’s my hitter |
| You ain’t doing wrong, as long as you don’t touch my hitter |
| South finger fuck my trigger, smoking on strong |
| None of y’all can fuck with us |
| None of y’all gossip, Jigga |
| Give me my throne, and you ain’t gonna like my picture |
| Leave a comment, fuck nigga |
| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up |
| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off |
| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal |
| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| You must be suicidal |
| When we pull up, watch the suicide doors |
| I’ve been too deep, make 'em call the 5−0 |
| If he surprised, I know that gun go |
| BLAT, BLAT, BLAT, BLAT |
| This kush got me so on |
| Man I’m so on |
| We ridin' 'round, we gettin' money |
| Don’t act like you don’t know |
| Don’t touch my niggas |
| I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do, you must be suicidal |
| I don’t know what these niggas speakin' off |
| I don’t know what these niggas trippin' on |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |
| Don’t say my name unless you suicidal |
| Don’t get to close unless you suicidal |
| Don’t touch my niggas I suggest you don’t |
| Boy if you do you must be suicidal |