paroles de chanson Dont You Know - C. Stylez feat. Presadent Nixon & Taahir Pinder aka K.P.

Young nigga the man now
Ain't no hand downs or handouts
Straight up off the block next to famous niggaz I stand out
Used to have it tucked up in my pants guess it panned out
Pussy niggaz beating on they chest til that banana out
Star player vibes that's how a nigga living
Superhero car but I'm still a villain
Y'all niggaz made me this way I was super chillin
Gotta watch these cats just like I'm superstitious
Brett Hart vibes you know that heartbreak kid shit
Might wear my shades to the ring cause I'm big shit
These niggaz tryna to tell you how you do it never did this
Or been this lit
Boy this ain't the shit that ya uncle was pushing
Or how ya daddy was living
We laugh at them niggaz
If you ever talk about a way yeah I'm having it nigga
Rambling Randall ass niggaz just scrambling nigga
Yeah I hear you my nigga
I'm way too tall for all that small talk
6'2" and tryna slide up to a small Porsche
When you cooking watch that water like the boardwalk
X em off then bury them on the golf course
Highs and lows out here hiding out gold we ain't got common goals
The homie said "he always got a bro long as he got a stove"
Poppin though fuck Papa Johns I got a lot of dough
That choppa close that hood like Opa Locka or Holly Grove

And still ain't no spinnin me or stickin me
Pop up solo dolo blow the horn like I'm Kenny G
You shittin me?
Still keep that glick with me
Blow the horn like I'm John Coltrane until we finish em
And I be making all these memories with badd bitches and Hennessy
Even left the dealer with the 7 like it's 6 of me
Got cake like it's Tiffany's
My clothes come from Italy
Nigga ima legend can't do nothing to get rid of me

I owe you niggaz no loyalty
Nigga I am royalty
You cowards ain't even worth my lawyer fees
Went from copping quarter pounds up to copping quarter keys
Slim nigga pockets fat like The Disorderlies
Shout out the real ones that supported me over the years
Shit even if you shorted me that's real
Cause it all add up when it come to the table
I'm the truth I ain't into the fables
Got me feeling like A.I. a small giant
Keep that 8 tucked up on me guess I'm more Bryant
Just a Lion with a mamba mentality
When I'm locked in boy ain't no stopping me
Bossed up on em niggaz playing monopoly
Still keep the Glock wit me protecting my property
Niggaz try to diss me then try to copy me
So when they meeting you they meeting me in reality
This was overdue we been at it since Big 3 with KP
10 milli in my State P
Cool as an AC
Bout my pennies like JC
So my favorite 4 words is "Fuck You, Pay Me!"
Niggaz know what we doing here the truth in here
Ya chick was never it she just a souvenir
Cameras and theater at the crib we making movies here
Got a Pool no Steph no Klay but them shooters here