Lyrics Don't Know (feat. Sauvi the Coolest) - Kazie

Uh!
Yeah
You niggas just don't know
Uh huh
You niggas just don't know
Kazie
Right
Uh
You niggas don't know about this fly shit
Women on the dick addressing me as, "Your Highness"
The shit I be writing is timeless
And everything a nigga be rocking is all high end
Cool to the sneaks
Top down while a nigga cruise to the beat
I been moving discreet
You niggas better watch how you move in these streets
Cause my niggas got the tools to defuse any beef
So, you can try that shit if you like
You niggas is trif- if you don't think we're winning for life
Your girl all up in my DM's like, "Give me the pipe!"
So either she ain't really yours or you ain't hitting it right
Making plays on the 405 freeway
Getting to this money I ain't slept in like 3 days
Mimosa sipping, Redondo Beach, Cheesecake
I told baby, "I can't get caught up on a cheap date"

You niggas just don't know (Just don't know)
What it's like cruising in a whip
With a bitch on go (On go, on go, on go)
I keep my shoes clean
Clothes pressed and my wrist on froze (Wrist on froze)
With a crispy lineup and a fade, never fake nor pose (Never fake nor pose you niggas Don't know)
You niggas don't know

Gold chains, gold rings, bitch I'm really from the street
I see you niggas going broke, I'm checking checks every week
Oh that's your main bitch? Yeah I know her she a freak
Pink slips for my cars, you rappers still try to lease
I'm a beast when it comes to these beats, I spit facts
Yeah I heard your last tape, I can tell it's all cap
Niggas whack, reason why these hoes always choose
Remain the same man, whether I win or I lose
I never trust a soul niggas sing like the blues
Sliding with my brother Kazie bitch we out making moves
Worked hard for that 50 ball you ain't got to clue
I've been grinding since a youngin' this ain't never been new
Stayed true to myself you can ask around my hood
Shoutout to the whole city everywhere I'm always good
Showed love through it all
Left Coast we gon' ball
Delete my phone number, bet she still gon' call (Facts!)

You niggas just don't know (Just don't know)
What it's like cruising in a whip
With a bitch on go (On go, on go, on go)
I keep my shoes clean
Clothes pressed and my wrist on froze (Wrist on froze)
With a crispy lineup and a fade, never fake nor pose (Never fake nor pose you niggas Don't know)
You niggas don't know

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