Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Know, artist - Ms Banks.
Date of issue: 09.12.2020
Song language: English
You Don't Know |
Aim for your head I don’t hit and miss |
Bitch I been popping since Bigga Fish |
Got it twisted cah I look nice and shit |
But you don’t know who you’re fuckin with |
Gotta good heart was a bad child |
Coming from the jungle so I act wild |
I got your number but I ain’t dialed |
Pepper dem I don’t do mild |
Been done road do street |
Now I get paid just to speak |
Any time I fall too deep |
Always end up back on my feet |
Always analyze don’t speak |
Rise to da top shits steep |
Face and wrist on fleek |
Got your nigga acting like a creep |
They say I’m top tier they say Banks is a elite |
He ate me out I sent him back to the streets |
Don’t want wit it me dem lil hoes can’t compete |
Chat behind my back when they see me don’t spak |
Always got it with me we don’t fight fair |
I’ll turn your dream into a nightmar |
A bitch like me quite rare |
You don’t want it with me bitch don’t get no ideas |
Face beat white toes hair neat |
On smoke even though I skin teet |
Most solid in da team concrete |
You been shleep but your nigga wanna jeet |
Wasssup |
Face beat white toes hair neat |
On smoke even though I skin teet |
Most solid in da team concrete |
You been shleep but your nigga wanna jeet |
I was getting busy in Lasgidi |
Came a long way from Norwich with bare nitties |
I don’t wanna look like you no 1 fiddy |
My tax already high Imma need me like 2 milli |
Don’t double cross me like Dusse |
I’ll lift your wig like a toupee |
Henny got me feeling woozy |
Don’t fuck with niggas that be talking loosely |
I like em 6 foot 6 pack and 6 figures |
Hit it from the back money make me come quicker |
Make him say woi like that nigga d-digga |
Yeah you got army but my teams way bigger |
Put in work like there’s 3 of me |
Could be the 3rd letter, still ain’t seeing me |
Good pussy energy |
Tryna be my enemy nigga you ain’t ending me |
Aim for your head I don’t hit and miss |
Bitch I been popping since Bigga Fish |
Got it twisted cah I look nice and shit |
But you don’t know who you’re fuckin with |
Gotta good heart was a bad child |
Coming from the jungle so I act wild |
I got your number but I ain’t dialed |
Pepper dem I don’t do mild |
Let’s get shit straight I ain’t talking bout a plank |
15 years I was rolling widda nank |
In da blocks man these bitches always mentioning my name |
How comes I never see you bitches in the bank |
And all you bitches on some shit |
Like do you really want war or wanna rub on my clit |
Which one is it? |
It ain’t really hard to admit |
Like you hate me but deep down you think I’m lit |
It’s up and it’s stuck so fuck with me |
Doing up arenas yeah I was touring with Nicki |
Bitches growing wings but this shit can get sticky |
Imma workaholic but I still get busy |
Killin 'em all don’t wanna mend |
I ain’t your bitch I ain’t your friend |
If you ain’t dead better pretend |
Kill 'em again |
Kill 'em again |
Kill 'em again |
I was at da Brits with Little Mix |
Different kettle of fish |
Got it twisted cos I look nice and shit |
But you don’t know who you fucking with |
Don’t make me affi' talk to my counselor |
Imma put my hands on 'er make me affi' cancel 'er |
Don’t intercept don’t interject |
If da beat ain’t done I ain’t finish yet |