Текст песни Don't Love Me - Remedy
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"I
Know
You
Don't
Love
Me"
(Feat.
50
Cent,
Lloyd
Banks,
Young
Buck)
Yeah.
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
ain't
the
same
when
Jay-Z's
around
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
scream
and
holler
when
Eminem's
in
town
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
Snoop
put
me
up
on
how
the
hoes
get
down
I
know
you
like
Nelly,
like
Kelly,
Ludacris
Try
to
run
game
on
me
you
punk
bitch
I
know
you
don't
love
me
Gators
and
ostrich,
you
know
we
in
power
You
could
see
my
outfit
on
the
Discovery
Channel
I'm
a
stunner,
my
bitches
train
like
robots
They
sniff
coke,
deep
throat,
and
they
hold
out
glocks
It's
the
brick-copper,
the
L-sharper
645
NASCAR
driver
that's
known
to
spit
lava
I'm
in
Cancun,
with
a
model
in
the
bedroom
Her
pussy
tight
like
an
airplane
bathroom
Talk
out
your
mouth
piece,
baby
pah
The
baby
A-R
will
make
it
hot
like
South
Beach
I
move
like,
Bin
Laden
armed
with
them
hammers
In
that
new
Jag
wagon,
my
James
Bond
vanquish
Medina
all
- red;
mira
give
me
- head
Bad
bitch,
look
like
Eva
Mendes
I'm
a
gangsta,
general,
comrade
nigga
Drug
money,
blood
money
in
a
brown
bag
nigga
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
ain't
the
same
whenever
Banks
around
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
scream
and
holler
whenever
Usher's
in
town
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
See
Dre
put
me
up
on
how
the
hoes
get
down
I
know
you
like
Buck
and
that
Dirty
South
shit
Try
to
run
game
on
me
you
punk
bitch
I
know
you
don't
love
me
I'm
in
the
candy-painted
Range,
Cardier
frame
Six-by-nines
playin
so
I
can
hear
e'ry
thang
Heavy
on
the
gas
homie,
hoggin
up
two
lanes
The
navigation
got
me
to
where
I'm
gon'
be
stayin
The
trunk
full
of
somethin
that
can
get
a
nigga
life
So
my
seatbelt's
on,
and
I'm
stoppin
at
the
light
I
done
been
to
Queens
before
but
not
behind
the
wheel
I'm
a
country
nigga,
ain't
this
many
buildings
where
I
live
But
the
business
gotta
be
handled
so
where
this
coward
at?
We
leave
a
couple
niggaz
layin,
bet
them
bitches
holla
back
Ever
since
Yayo
been
home
it's
been
on
Smackin
niggaz
up,
employers
is
gettin
sent
home
(yeah!)
On
this
battlefield,
you
know,
it's
kill
or
be
killed
Leavin
niggaz
with
bulletholes
and
hospital
bills
This
is
how
it
is
homie,
La
Cosa
Nostra
I
won't
stop
'til
I'm
on
a
"Wanted"
poster,
motherfuckers
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
ain't
the
same
when
Lil'
Jon's
around
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
scream
and
holler
when
Slim
Thug's
in
town
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
Yeah
Em
put
me
up
on
how
the
hoes
get
down
I
ain't
got
time
for
a
groupie
ass
bitch
Try
to
run
game
and
they
ain't
about
shit
I
know
you
don't
love
me
Uh-uh,
yeah
You
should
thank
the
Lord
if
the
ray
gon'
getcha
Cause
the
sawed-off'll
microwave
a
nigga
like,
Adolf
Hitler
Fuck
pressure,
I
enter
the
ring
calm
I'm
nicer
than
them
Japanese
niggaz
in
ping-pong
Look
at
my
ring
don,
lease
a
100
K
for
bling
on
Smokin
the
same
buddha
as
the
courtroom
shooter
I
got
the
mind
of
a
genius;
the
rag-white
Jag
Backhand
like
Venus's,
jab
while
zappin
ya
bitch
I'm
makin
her
knees
knock
in
the
lab
Let
off,
and
send
her
to
the
weed
spot
in
the
cab
And
I
don't
hate
all
music,
I
just
hate
y'alls
And
I
hear
you
when
you
whisper,
got
the
ear
of
Ray
Charles
I'm
ahead
of
my
class
fucker
And
I
only
serve
a
bitch
once
so
they
treat
my
dick
like
the
Last
Supper
Niggaz
callin
out
my
name
in
vain
When
someone
jab
to
the
jaw
they
be
the
claim
to
fame
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
ain't
the
same
whenever
Banks
around
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
You
scream
and
holler
whenever
Usher's
in
town
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me
See
Dre
put
me
up
on
how
the
hoes
get
down
I
know
you
like
Buck
and
that
Dirty
South
shit
Try
to
run
game
on
me
you
punk
bitch
I
know
you
don't
love
me,
I
know
you
don't
love
me...
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