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Amir Najibi - U Do Not Know Lyrics

[Chorus: BenjiCold]
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Yeah, know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that shit, yeah
You do not know 'bout that gang, huh (Uh-huh)
You do not know 'bout that clique (Know 'bout that clique)
All of my niggas is sailin', we makin' them waves, lil' nigga get hit (Yeah, yeah, nigga get hit)
Yeah, my nigga Amir on the beat, he goin' crazy, so sick (Skrrt, goin' so sick)
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that shit, yeah
Play with yo' bitch like a saxophone (Yeah)
Get my nigga, bring that money home (Yeah, yeah)
Stripper white bitch, yeah, she give me dome
Play with that bitch like a xylophone (Skrrt)
You do not know what the swag I'm on (Skrrt)
You do not know what the swag I'm on (Yeah)

[Verse 1: BenjiCold]
You do not know, huh
You do not know, you do not know (You do not know)
All of my niggas need credit, I know
Get my nigga Lunch to pull out the two times four (The four)
Yeah, the two times four (Times four)
Nigga get hit with the D-R-A-C-O (Draco)
Nigga talk crazy (Talk crazy)
Racks go get 'em, racks gon' get at they dome (Skrrt, yeah)
Yeah, lil' ten ball on 'em, ten bands all on his head, that nigga dead (He dead)
Shh, that's too fed
I run up the racks like what should it be?
Like, "Lunch, these niggas ain't hear what I said"
[Verse 2: Lunchbox]
I pour a five of that drank, I'm so high, there's no feel in my legs
That ho won't leave me alone, she don't like I be sippin' in that
Just left spot with some thots, all these hoes who can't fit in my bed
Damn
Way that we livin' like, "Damn"
Lil' bitch, I got this whole shit on my head
I got this drip from Japan
The way he ran up, brodie hit 'em like, "Damn"
That choppa hit like a Xan'
Way that she shake it, she got me like, "Damn"
That lil' bitch did it on cam, fah
Know 'bout no f—
What I just copped? They don't know 'bout this drip
What I just copped? They don't know 'bout this fit
With ya ho, with ya thot, yes, I know 'bout this bitch, fah
Know 'bout no f—
My brodie slide through the block, we don't know 'bout no vest
That shit go, "Fah"
I think I know Michael Vick
I swear to God, think I know Michael Vick, flip
Fah, bitch, it ain't no one like this
I'm on that block
Gotta hold onto my hip
I'm on that block
Got that Chris Paul on my hip
Uh, AMG and it's fast as fuck, nigga
These niggas hate me, they be mad as fuck, nigga
We got bands, we ain't cappin', fuck nigga
Fuck 'em up, we gon' whack a fuck nigga
Why these hoes tryna trap a young nigga?
I got racks, I got baggage, young nigga
'Cause this shit be my passion, young nigga
I did shit, ain't imagine, young nigga
[Chorus: BenjiCold]
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Yeah, know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that shit, yeah
You do not know 'bout that gang, huh (Uh-huh)
You do not know 'bout that clique (Know 'bout that clique)
All of my niggas is sailin', we makin' them waves, lil' nigga get hit (Yeah, yeah, nigga get hit)
Yeah, my nigga Amir on the beat, he goin' crazy, so sick (Skrrt, goin' so sick)
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that shit, yeah
Play with yo' bitch like a saxophone (Yeah)
Play with yo' bitch like the, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Stripper white bitch, yeah, she give me dome
Play with that bitch like a xylophone (Skrrt)

[Outro: BenjiCold]
(Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Hah)