Lyrics Dunno - Stogie T, Nasty C

Dunno

I done most, yeah
Money come, friends come
Money go, yeah
Real love, fake love
I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (Goddamn!)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me
I don’t mean to be on my own dick
But I was just chilling and listening to me (Me)
Ridin' down the highway middle finger up, I felt like Mr. Bean (Bean)
Lately I’ve been talking to the reaper
And tryna convince him to let me be (Be)
But somebody gotta have a strap (Strap)
And we all strapped to our seats (Seats)
Cause a lot of niggas is dying in these streets (Streets)
Somebody’s vhaying this week
I don’t wanna be seen on the side of the road
And my body wrapped up like sweets (Sweets)
Remember those days when it was just J & J Lavie?
(Vie)
My city move like one team
But now niggas givin' us looks and steam, yeah
Chop chop, get to the cream (Cream)
Heard a lot of people don’t like me, I’m so worried OMG!
(G, yeah)
Bunch of fuckin' goofballs
Tell my goon go get ‘em, I hit him with a through ball, stru God
In a ghost (In a ghost)
Sittin' low (Sittin' low)
I seen it all (Seen-seen)
I done most, yeah
Money come, friends come, money go, yeah
Real love, fake love, I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (God damn)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me
In a Range, in the club, shooting my shot, in a Golf
She getting T off, hitting them birdies balls deep in the hole
Bend her back, get top, left brats on her jaw
Get a bag, spend it all
Get it back when we tour
Get a stack and stash-stash-stash offshore
And I got mans on call with a bad temper that don’t like your sought
Internet thug low key board hashtag war but you Microsoft
Them guys are opps, they smile and plot
Like Hyman Roth, if you gon' bite the crotch at least towel off
I better feel no vibe next time you wanna talk
Straight to the money, all that yang get the sayanor'
Bunch of fuckin' goofballs
Tell my goon go get 'em like a alley-oop, dawg, stru God!
In a ghost (In a ghost)
Sittin' low (Sittin' low)
I seen it all (Seen-seen)
I done most, yeah
Money come, friends come, money go, yeah
Real love, fake love, I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (God damn)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno (Dunno)
You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno (You dunno)
You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me