Текст песни You Don’t Know - E.L. , Joey B

Yeah
Middle fingers up to my fake friends hating on me in my hometown
Middle fingers up to my enemies who be praying that a niqqa slow down (Roger that)
Middle fingers up to the old school flex girl perching and wonna blow now
And middle fingers up to the niqqas who talk bout shit they don't know bout
Ahhhhh

You read about me in the media
On the regular
But you don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL
Nooo
You see me on TV stations
Every day but
You don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
We talk on the phone once in a while
Once in a while
But you don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
Fuck the couple of times you can't get me out of your mind
You don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo

Yah, oh please charley where the fucking hommy
You no be my paddie or my hommie
Where was you when I was a lonely niqqa laying low-key
Open the proceed and go beef
Me and my whole team don't sleep we be foaming at the mouth
Go hard for the money
And oh we never get coffee
We dey blow trees, middle fingers up fuck police
Oh-oh Oh nooo
Oh nooo here comes the popo
We don't give a fuck charley YOLO
If I get locked up ego be promo
Promo, but I guess I get
Your hoes calling me in the middle of the night for the reason I don't know
But I won't show
Me and my boys be smoking all night and I'm soo gone
Yeah

You read about me in the media
On the regular
But you don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL
Nooo
You see me on TV stations
Every day but
You don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
We talk on the phone once in a while
Once in a while
But you don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
Fuck the couple of times you can't get me out of your mind
You don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo

Hey
Praise be to God for the hoes in my back yoh!
Praise be to God
Praise be to God for my gold chain yoh!
Praise be to God for all my fly ass chick yoh!
Praise be to God, praise be to God
Now! lemme blow my

Please, if you don't know anything about me adey beg keep quite
Before you go talk shit kai sey borla bring flies
This no be the first time adey hear sey you dey take beans thrice
Fourth time you go cross line
Kai! you go die hard Bruce Willis
Adey wonder how dem dey this niqqa demma penis
I was only hanging they said that I was kissing
Charley masa fuck it Joey no dey hear listen all I see is bitches
Female dogs on the mission
Smelling every sauce in my kitchen
You don't know a damn thing about me
Next time I go hear Fi, it's a coffin dig it?

You read about me in the media
On the regular
But you don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL
Nooo
You see me on TV stations
Every day but
You don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
We talk on the phone once in a while
Once in a while
But you don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
Fuck the couple of times you can't get me out of your mind
You don't know EL, no
You don't know ELLL, nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo
You don't know ELLL nooo

Me and my niqqas no other charley it's just me and my niqqas
Remember our business no joking charley just remember our business