paroles de chanson You Don't Know - Ms Banks
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
spеak
Always
got
it
with
me
we
don′t
fight
fair
I'll
turn
your
dream
into
a
nightmarе
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
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