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Trill, where the fuck you at? They don't know what I know They only know what I done told 'em (what I done told 'em) They don't know, oh They don't know, oh They don't know, oh They don't know They don't know what I know (what I know) They only know what I done told 'em Don't like expressing myself but I'ma expose her If I read you my diary, keep my secrets the closest Fake love show, when you 'bout to blow These 'bout that lil hoe man, somebody control them Seven in the morning, nigga, I'm in the yo' still I know money is coming, I'm not worried 'bout your deal Either we be station at the trap or we on wheels What you know 'bout shoot outs, bullets flying past your ear? I thank God I'm still here, I made it through your will We lie and kill still The same 'cause they both sin I ask for forgiveness 'Cause I know I've been living in the wrong, forgive me If you never do it we do not belong, they envy And that's why we will never get along, real life shit What I spit through the microphone One night shit, no wifing, don't wanna jump the broom She won't let me fuck her, that's okay, I sent her home Acting like a hoe so come with me, let's be some hoes After I go Danny, I go phantom, I go ghost They don't know what I know They only know what I done told 'em Don't like expressing myself but I'ma expose her If I read you my diary, keep my secrets the closest Fake love show, when you 'bout to blow These 'bout that lil hoe man, somebody control them Seven in the morning, nigga, I'm in the yo' still I know money is coming, I'm not worried 'bout your deal They don't know, oh They don't know, ay They don't know Hot cut the fan off
Writer(s): Javarri Walker, Paul Jaya, Marko Cervantes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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